Wednesday, September 19, 2012

madrid, madrid

I am here! Along with my faithful Cheeto backpack, a dusty carry-on, and my favorite shoulder-bag.

Getting to where I am (lounging in a hotel bed in Madrid; showered, fed my first bowl of salmorejo, and libation-ed with a nice glass of red, no less) was a bit more of an adventure than I feel like getting into right now, but I will leave you with this teaser: if it weren't for the incredible grace and kindness of complete strangers, my mom, our rented station wagon, and I would probably still be making loops around the M-40/A-2/E-72685672/QB-red-red-one-two-hike.

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