(Few) Spanish Surprises
(Un)fortunately, this trip to Madrid and Tenerife proved relatively uneventful.
I woke up with a sore throat thinking about the long flight to Madrid. This wasn’t going to be easy. I rarely get sick, but when I do, it’s usually a pretty rough time. And the idea of having a cold at 36,000 feet in a metal tube over the Atlantic seemed all the more unpleasant. So, with some coaxing, I called the Doctor, picked up some prescriptions, and popped some pills.
Although it was a long flight, I was feeling better by morning (or the middle of the night).
In any event, the day was spent catching up on overdue projects. By the time the evening hit, my colleague and I decided to visit the lobby for a glass of sangria. This stuff was strong. So strong, in fact, that we were shocked when we saw a familiar face.
The next day involved a very productive meeting in the Madrid airport followed by a flight to Tenerife for yet another meeting.
Admittedly, most of the time was spent working; however, the setting was much better than the usual…
The meeting was not nearly as interesting as the views on this tropical paradise off of the coast of Morocco in the Canary Islands. These views taught me an important life lesson:
When everyone at home is under a pile of snow, don’t post pictures of beautiful sunsets and beaches to Facebook. It’s really asking for trouble.
With one, free day, I tried to replicate my sangria experience in Madrid. Although neither Ben nor Alec appeared, the garnish was as strange as seeing them.
I had really hoped to hop on a plane for the short flight to Marrakech. Unfortunately, due to timing, it just wasn’t possible. Perhaps next time?