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A composite picture of the Bahamas and the Costa Brava Photograph: Albert Gea/Reuters and Dorgie Productions/Getty

Which destination would you choose?

Seems like the Spanish tourist board thought the same and decided to use a picture taken in the Bahamas rather that one taken here in Spain in their latest campaign.

The funny thing is that even when confronted, they don't seem to be too repentant and freely admitted it. I guess you have to give them a little credit, at least for being honestly dishonest?

I've been living in Spain off and on for years now and I must admit I avoid the concrete coasts like the plague. I do have to tip my hat to them though, no matter what, the hoards seem to come back, don't they?

A funny photo montage here.

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