Our this fortified wine is a traditional post church free lunch sharpener, straight so well, open toe one of Madrid's multiple the new 30 years that was very prompt.

This is wine with herbs and botanicals, right?

Okay, it's called wine.

I just feel a bit like something you might gargle with.

I'm gonna try some tortilla chips.

Tortilla.

I'm already feeling drowsy.

You taking any of this home?

It's a bit sloppy from my hand back.

I'm talking about right something to consider that Drifts galleries are, well, good.

You're going to quickly military in unison to deepen our insight even further.

We hire a guard called Conan who speaks a synthesis.

Non digested intrusion concludes.

We find ourselves to the rear of Spain's National Gallery, the dough product.

Enjoy some of the mustard visas, please.

From now on, you address me after that poignant naming ceremony.

We Bosch some Theron Imus this'll Titanic Cryptic depicts heaven on the Garden of Eden on the left.

It's interesting the connection between Pink.

Yes, of course, thank you.

While the center panel posits a posting nerve with people up to their guts and no no juice caught in a shrimp.

A doctor, the right delineates the hellish consequences.

I feel like and help people would be water skiing.

Pick none that wears one, isn't it?

We have to look to find the picnic, right?

I found it, Howard.

It's the work of a moment for us.

The beholder Masterpiece, concede and completed on Spanish soil.

Last Mini Nurse by King Philip The Fourth Faith, Diego Velazquez Don't you have the impression that we could enter the room?

Walk and walk until the open door could climb in it, like in Harry Potter?

After that leading question, Hernan leads us to the canvas for a closer look.

You see a soft breeze blowing, Jen, tell the blond hair of the princes.

Yeah, aesthetically elevated.

We seek to stake are awakened thirst of the center of the art.

Raina Sofia.

We pause to peruse the now canceled Picasso's creed.

Occur garnacha.

Time's up for opinions before barreling to this piece of business by Spanish surrealist and aunt aficionado Salvador Dali.

What do you sing?

Really?

I'm still thinking about the name, although Simon Cowell's is turning that into a for mount.

What do you think, Richard?

Well, I find it a bit pro grok for me, right?

It feels like a very long guitar solo.

Lest we eclipse the legacy of John Berger, we must take our leave.

That was that was a very awkward handshake, because I came in three days.

I actually intercept.

That became a pileup.

That was like, He's just left.

I think that's one of the worst farewells I've beena part off.