And while I know I built up a significant amount of goodwill with Carlene for my last post, I’m sure it is wearing thin. But what a week it’s been.
First, for my more religious readers, I got ordained last Tuesday on a whim. Anyone looking for someone to officiate a wedding, baptism, or any other Church ceremony, I’m your guy. Also I’d prefer to be called Rev from now on.
I spent the better part of last week scouring the interwebs for a sword expert – which, as it turns out, is nigh impossible to find. Who knew. After cold calling anyone who has ever picked up a sword, I finally settled on two experts to round out my story. The relief I felt cannot be overstated – I literally sent an email to Carlene with the subject “Hallelujah” (appropriate, since I’m now a man of God).
While I awaited edits on my sword piece, I jumped into my next story, about the state of tech startups in Spain. For this one I partnered with Ethan, one of my fellow Road Warriors (shoutout Danny’s Mad Max post). It’s been a relief having him on board – I think between the two of us we’ll churn out a passable third story.
And we should be able to, since we stayed up until 5 am this morning writing our first draft. This is after taking a metro, a commuter train, a bus, a car, a bus again, and then four more metros on Friday to get all of our reporting done. Danny’s been calling himself the “Man of Madrid,” but I think Ethan and I could make a case for ourselves after the day we had.
I spent Saturday and Sunday editing my second story with Carlene, individually going through each sentence. It was an intense process, but it produced a story I’m very proud of. Definitely worth it.
An update on the Thunderdome: Per usual, we were unable to get it together last night for one of our last meals together. We planned to all go out for a nice group dinner that didn’t involve burritos or McNuggets, and so we went out in search of a cozy tapas place. After about 25 minutes of aimlessly wandering around, we found a quiet spot with a terrace where we could enjoy the cool evening air and reminisce on our time together.
The cool evening air turned into cold evening air, and it started raining. We got our food, which consisted of nine croquets, five pieces of bread (there were six of us), and one square of lasagna. Overall, each of us was treated to a meal of one and a half croquets, a bite of lasagna, and almost a piece of bread for a cool seven euros. Needless to say, we were stuffed.
Ultimately it was just another funny story for the boys at Cuatro Cuatro, in the vein of our failed lagoon excursion. At the risk of getting too sentimental, these misadventures have been some of the most fun I’ve had in Spain.
So cheers to our last night. The Thunderdome rides one last time.