I have met you in my dreams,

it hurt when I pinched myself,

now I know

this is not one of my dreams,

but it hurts more to know,

that I am not the one in your dreams,

you love only yourself

so do I.

Third Weekend in Madrid

Yeah, three weeks have passed since I arrived in Madrid.

So far, Madrid has been really great. No, I have not deliberatley gone to places where

Hemmingway has been but I have had experiences that Hemmingway would have definately liked to write about. Well, maybe I am exaggerating and denying the truth a bit. I did go to areas where Hemmingway might have gone. Last night I went to the cave bar area at the south western corner of Plaza Mayor. I saw a restaurant sign that announced that "Hemmingway did not eat here" while I was drinking a fruity beer with Mike Kalush's family in a Belgian restaurant. This was my first outing with the whole Kalush family. I had previously only hung out with Mike and his girlfriend Molly but not with Mike's mothe and father.

Oh well, I am too tired to tell all about the dinner. But the most important part is that we returned to the apartment in calle Cruz to comence with an official party to celebrate Mike's 20th birthday. All went well! I was the unofficial mixer of dance tunes and pourer of drinks for the night. I did all of that right up until some of us decided to continue the party at the bars of Sol, because we did not want to make too much noise.