Not really, but I am very ready to go to Lisbon.
Today was my last day in Madrid, and I´m sitting here waiting for my laundry.
I had to go pick up my camera charger from Nick (I left it in his bag when we went on our photo tour.) Danny and I got to see his just moved into apartment, and it was very nice. We went out for Doner Kabops for about the fifth time this week. At this juncture, I am going to take time out of my post to write a short ode to Doner Kabops from Madrid. Ehuummm...
-Ode to Doner Kabops-
The hamburger of Madrid,
wrapped up inside of poorly made napkins
and lathered with sauces and condiments
is perfectly completed with its outer shell of pita.
I thought I had eaten you before
in that Indian place downtown
that I frequently visit
but ínfrequently enjoy.
Do-Ner-Ka-Bop
Light of my life.
Fire of my loins.
My sin-My soul.
Do-Ner-Ka-Bop
I´m sorry for that, but they are just too good.
Anyways, my laundry needs to be switched over.
I will mention that we visited the Thyssen, but only really saw the first floor. We saw a peice by Roy Lichtenstein, and a little more Miro, which only confirmed my first epiphany of getting one of her paintings as a tattoo. Maybe not, I may not be gutsy enough.
Anyways, the dryer awaits.
And, tomorrow, so does Lisbon.
Adios.
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