There are two clearly identifiable factors which have led to this situation. In no particular order, they are:
Alex, my absolutely charming Parisian classmate with the unpronounceable Basque surname,
Any beer which features dancing pink elephants on the bottle is not to be taken lightly.
Anyhow, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to join Alex for a farewell beer or three after class. After three inferior Spanish beers, it seemed even more sensible to continue our drinking session in the apartment with some infinitely superior Belgian beer, before meeting up with some of the other students at eight o' clock to continue drinking.
In retrospect, it might have been a good idea to build in more food opportunities into our plan.
But not to worry, eight hours later, I am home safe and sound. (Alex and the others were last seen in some delightful, nameless, smoky bar in the Lavapiés district).
Why blog in an obviously intoxicated state? Well, because, for one reason or another, I can't remember when I've had as much fun as I've had this week. With today being a particular highlight. I am happy to be heading home, because two months away is a long time. But it seems important to record for posterity, just how much of a blast I've had here in Madrid. It's been a gift, the entire time.
And if I can't take the time out to acknowledge that on this blog, then I shouldn't be blogging in the first place.
Another happy note is that when Alex saw Elsie,
it was love at first sight. So that I can now leave Madrid, knowing that Elsie will be left in a loving home.
I am *so* happy right now. (And not nearly as drunk as I pretend to be. But definitely tipsy).
My flight leaves Madrid tomorrow at around 4:30 pm. God willing, I should arrive back in San Francisco on Sunday evening, after breaking my journey by staying overnight chez Paddy in Alexandria.
Signing out for this particular blogstage.
Abrazos.
1 comment:
Safe and headache-free travels, David!
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