España! Did you lisp the S? If not, you did it wrong. España! Where hispanohablantes actually use the Vosotros (that's y'all for the southerners and you'z guys for the northerners). España! Where no one in their right mind would ever voluntarily visit in July because it is unbearably hot. Unless you are Michael and Alan. It can't be worse than Florida or Italy in July, can it?

On the Monday after the ceremony and reception, we will fly out of Miami on a direct seven hour flight to Madrid, the capital city. While there, we will get our ART on, with required visits to the Prado and the Reina Sofia museum. Guernica? Check! We will also get our royalty on, visiting the Royal Palace. And of course, there will be tapas.

On Thursday, we take the high-speed train to Cordoba for a quick visit to the Mezquita and the surrounding areas. Then back on the train, we end the day in Sevilla. And tapas.

Friday, we will take a day trip by bus to nearby Granada to see the Alhambra. And eat tapas.

After another day to explore Sevilla with perhaps some flamenco or bullfighting, Sunday we fly to Barcelona. Anton Gaudi stuff like La Sagrada Familia? Check. Confusion by the weird language that isn't Spanish and uses random Xs? Check. People watching with tapas on Las Ramblas? Check.

Finally, having stuffed ourselves with all the tapas, art, and tapas we could possibly hope for, we fly back to Florida to show off our Spanish summer tans.