BED OF ROCKS! It stuck it to us one more time. It ejected Kim aka MIO(Mini Internal Organs) to the couch. I later found her breathing hard, rocking out to something random on the iPOD, with the heat up high enough to melt the steel off Super Man’s chest. Anyways, up and at’em. We once again listened to a good sermon via the Richland Hills COC podcast. I don’t agree with everything that church does by any means, however; they do produce some very useful and po
sitive lessons. Oh yes yes, I made breakfast. I keep it real European, Egg w/Goat Cheese, Baget, Café. Put a che
ck in the box for the nicest husband of the year award. I even beat Shannon’s expresso making talents, Julie. We decided today would be the shopping/wind down day. We started out back in Retiro Park(did anyone google it from last time?) I started out a bit moody because my blatter was full and there was no where in the maze-like, forested park to exercise my excercising, if you know what I mean. In America, any male can find a tree, or wooded area and do a bit of business…not so in Madrid. Everything is so wide open. So after I wedged myself under and into a large bush, I could not even untangle my body well enough to use the bathroom, so rather than use it on myself(as some of you by now probably assumed I did), I just pushed into way out of my mind and continued through the day. We left the park, after a few photos here and there…of course, and then it was on to the botanical gardens. Hey, guess what, after a super long walk, we discovered that the gardens were not worth looking at…and food was the most important thing. I forgot to add that we had spent the entire day attempting to find a magazine with La Chappelle’s work in it(after finding it, we both were filled with horror at the cover…not for the little kids shall we say), and we also were trying hard to scalp a little free wi-fi. These tight, selfish Spanards don’t give an inch when it comes to their wi-fi. Man oh man, I took my PDA, and walked every inch of this city sniffing out WI-FI and found 2 spots. Can you believe that? You may remember that we had DSL at our apartment just stopped working, and about that time all of our neighbors ceased to exists as well. Go figure…so back to trying to ‘borrow’ 
DSL from this tightwad city (cuidad for those Spanish speakers). We headed to find food at an Irish spot which had fallen victim to my eating abilities earlier in the week. But for some reason, I thought I would go a different route…several miles of walking, 2 very hungry stomachs, and one heavy backpack later, we found a place, mind you…the worst eating establishment, with the worst service, and worst one single waiter in the city. What was the name of the place? Who knows, who cares. All I’m saying is that if I was not a Christian man, and was about 30 pounds heavier, I would have started Madrid’s first Fight Club in the parking lot today after the “password” they gave me for Wi-Fi didn’t work. Oh ya, not once, but twice…it did not work. Come on people, lie to me…tell me that there’s a problem with the internet in the back, but don’t let me look around and see 6 year old boys getting on the internet with their Nintendo GameBoys, Old 70 year old Gray Panthers were getting on Oldpeople.com, and I could not even check my email or download a few more episodes of “The Office.” So, after searching for our waiter, we left, and I did what any self respecting American would do when backed into a wall: 1) talk junk 2) apologize for talking junk 3) realize that my junk talking didn’t matter because they don’t understand English anyways 4) also realize that talking junk to a third party who neither understands or who heard the junk talking because such junk talking was spoken to a 4th party in the first place is pretty pointless 5) headed to one spot in the city with the “very low” connection 6) went to Starbucks( I know, I know…I said I’d never go back….it’s so American and nasty, and I apologize to the readers…and especially to Jackson’s Java…please forgive me, but I had to use their bathroom, I go a coffee to go…I didn’t stay…seriously..no 
more than 5 minutes…they did not even have wi-fi) 7) go back to the highly overpriced café from the night before. After that, I’m completely pleased…I have coffee, and I have more episodes of the office, and I have good health. Bravo…I also bought some iPod Speakers that have an international wall plug; I guess I’ll use the adapter on that one for life.
Sign of the day: “Placing your card near this machine will result in 100 euros to shoot out at a rapid pace.”
sitive lessons. Oh yes yes, I made breakfast. I keep it real European, Egg w/Goat Cheese, Baget, Café. Put a che
ck in the box for the nicest husband of the year award. I even beat Shannon’s expresso making talents, Julie. We decided today would be the shopping/wind down day. We started out back in Retiro Park(did anyone google it from last time?) I started out a bit moody because my blatter was full and there was no where in the maze-like, forested park to exercise my excercising, if you know what I mean. In America, any male can find a tree, or wooded area and do a bit of business…not so in Madrid. Everything is so wide open. So after I wedged myself under and into a large bush, I could not even untangle my body well enough to use the bathroom, so rather than use it on myself(as some of you by now probably assumed I did), I just pushed into way out of my mind and continued through the day. We left the park, after a few photos here and there…of course, and then it was on to the botanical gardens. Hey, guess what, after a super long walk, we discovered that the gardens were not worth looking at…and food was the most important thing. I forgot to add that we had spent the entire day attempting to find a magazine with La Chappelle’s work in it(after finding it, we both were filled with horror at the cover…not for the little kids shall we say), and we also were trying hard to scalp a little free wi-fi. These tight, selfish Spanards don’t give an inch when it comes to their wi-fi. Man oh man, I took my PDA, and walked every inch of this city sniffing out WI-FI and found 2 spots. Can you believe that? You may remember that we had DSL at our apartment just stopped working, and about that time all of our neighbors ceased to exists as well. Go figure…so back to trying to ‘borrow’ 
DSL from this tightwad city (cuidad for those Spanish speakers). We headed to find food at an Irish spot which had fallen victim to my eating abilities earlier in the week. But for some reason, I thought I would go a different route…several miles of walking, 2 very hungry stomachs, and one heavy backpack later, we found a place, mind you…the worst eating establishment, with the worst service, and worst one single waiter in the city. What was the name of the place? Who knows, who cares. All I’m saying is that if I was not a Christian man, and was about 30 pounds heavier, I would have started Madrid’s first Fight Club in the parking lot today after the “password” they gave me for Wi-Fi didn’t work. Oh ya, not once, but twice…it did not work. Come on people, lie to me…tell me that there’s a problem with the internet in the back, but don’t let me look around and see 6 year old boys getting on the internet with their Nintendo GameBoys, Old 70 year old Gray Panthers were getting on Oldpeople.com, and I could not even check my email or download a few more episodes of “The Office.” So, after searching for our waiter, we left, and I did what any self respecting American would do when backed into a wall: 1) talk junk 2) apologize for talking junk 3) realize that my junk talking didn’t matter because they don’t understand English anyways 4) also realize that talking junk to a third party who neither understands or who heard the junk talking because such junk talking was spoken to a 4th party in the first place is pretty pointless 5) headed to one spot in the city with the “very low” connection 6) went to Starbucks( I know, I know…I said I’d never go back….it’s so American and nasty, and I apologize to the readers…and especially to Jackson’s Java…please forgive me, but I had to use their bathroom, I go a coffee to go…I didn’t stay…seriously..no 
more than 5 minutes…they did not even have wi-fi) 7) go back to the highly overpriced café from the night before. After that, I’m completely pleased…I have coffee, and I have more episodes of the office, and I have good health. Bravo…I also bought some iPod Speakers that have an international wall plug; I guess I’ll use the adapter on that one for life.Sign of the day: “Placing your card near this machine will result in 100 euros to shoot out at a rapid pace.”
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Well said.
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