At a holiday party, a friend said he was going to start a new blog that would be called Better than Blaugra. Because I haven't posted in a while. Understatement. I'm not sure, I think there was wine involved in this conversation, at least for me. Better? I'd like to see that. Ha.
Now, what could be better than planning a trip to Madrid? I ask you.
That's right. For the year of my 50th birthday (WHAT) and my 20th anniversary (again what) I am going to Madrid. I lived there for 10 months back in the 1980s. I often say it was the best year of my life. To go back, after so many years, will be a dream come true. I have now hazy memories of the places and the city layout and where I lived and the language, but I hope most comes back to me. All the good stuff, of course.
Now I can afford to eat the expensive ham and drink the cocktails, not just the jugs of sangria. The hotel won't be the kind with the bathroom with just cold running water, down the hall. And I probably won't be at the dance clubs at 7:00 am. But I am ready to be jolted again by the capital city where I have mused that I want to retire to. We'll see about that. I'll have to save up some Euros and practice staying awake past 8:30pm.