And a good evening to you from across the Pond. First off – APOLOGIES FOR NO BLOG LAST NIGHT!!!! C-Web – put the Voodoo doll down and slowly step away.
Seriously – I got in at 2 AM last night, and I just didn’t have it in me. And what a perfect lead-in to a description of last night’s festivities…
So the day was another good one, even if incredibly busy. I must say that this go-around I’ve felt more comfortable speaking Spanish than ever before. I’m able to answer when people ask for directions, I can talk to the cab drivers, I’m understanding 85-90% of the meetings, and I am finally starting to make sense of conversations around me. All in all, I’m very happy. The flip side of that is that, at the end of the day, my brain feels like someone just dropped a 5 billion ton sledgehammer on top of it. Oh well, you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs…
So last night we went to Vina P, a GREAT place in Plaza Santa Anna. I ate an ENTIRE PLATE OF HAM (that’s right, Price – I will be King of the Polka Dotted Hills – sponsored by CarreFour – very soon), as well as about 4,000 pieces of asparagus drowned in mayonnaise, garlic, and salt. Add in a bottle of Rioja, 5 Cruzcampos (my fave beer in Espana), and Merluza (a fish) prepared in Basque style (lemon, garlic, and sauce), and you have a recipe for success. Include vanilla ice cream filled with chocolate and caramel, and you are livin’ the dream. But then…it got better.
Ladies and gentlemen – last night I had perhaps THE BEST meal I’ve ever had in Spain. The reason? Pan-seared steak, cooked 1 second on each side and then served almost totally rare (whilst covered in Rock Salt). Folks, this was CHANGE YOUR LIFE GOOD. I mean, I might not see 40 now, but what a way to go out…
After dinner, we had drinks at the Terrace, a rooftop bar overlooking Santa Anna. It was a great chance to hang out with the project team, relaxing and getting the chance to know each other better.
Today we were in Las Rozas, a suburb of Madrid, where we’ve got another office. After another long (but productive) day, we rolled back to the hotel, where Matt and I got another 4-4.5 miles in (same loop twice in Retiro Park) and burned calories before hitting up an Italian joint to consume a La Figa-esque meal (but not as good, for the record). We capped the night off by walking into an alley that Marilyn Manson wouldn’t venture down, finding a Scotch-Irish pub (kilts all OVER the walls), and drinking Czech pilsner. All in all, another great night.
Tomorrow it’s back to London, and I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE MY MUFFIN PUFFIN AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU ANGEL BEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, that’s all the news that’s fit to print. Chat tomorrow from the Mother Country!
Sam and Jenny