It’s definetly Spring here in Madrid. As I look out the window, the sparrows are doing their daily dance in the sky. They do it every morning and evening looking for a mate. Thousands of them diving and swooping. Last night Wendy and I sat on the terrace and sipped wine and talked and watched the insanity. There are thousands of them over the city. Paris was nice. The waiters were every bit as rude as you have heard. Hell, they were worse. The women beautiful and stylish. The sites were nice, but not as nice as Madrid. Saw the Eiffel tower, took a boat ride on the Sienne with Wendy and Collette. Dinner at Collette and Mathiu’s house. A night of drinking and male bonding for Mathiu and I. Dozens of snails. Yes, I love escargot. Things like that. One of the things disconcerting about Paris was the number of Americans. We heard more English than French. And saw more over weight people than you see in a month in Madrid. Spaniards are a tiny people. I am a giant among men here. Berlin was a
