Our arrival in Madrid was destined to be a shitfight. It was a two hour drive from Seyuveda, and breakfast at our country and western cartel mansion didn't start until 9am. On top of that, we had a rental car to return by 11am, and a massive capital city road system to navigate.
We found our apartment by 11:40am, but by the time Karl got the car to the rental shop, which was 1.7km away, it was closer to 1pm. Don't make the mistake of asking him how this happened, apparently "it just did."
The apartment is amazing. It starts with the foozeball table and ends with the pizza shop, two bars and Mexican restaurant downstairs. I might follow this up with a separate blog.
The other main reason we were coming to Madrid was to see Steven and Elaine. Karl's soul mate and his deadley woman, who along with our other legendary friend Sarah, are the godparents of Matisse. The weekend was shaping up. But first, Karl needed to....
For those friends and family who haven't just died of shock, Karl had his first paid hair cut in over a decade. Yes sir, and a cutthroat shave. Flash.
He looks incredible. In fact, I have already been deflecting potential website closures, due to reports that this is actually a porn site. I was confused until I saw this meme on Facebook. In light of this, all the blog photography takes on a new dimension; man pushing a pram, carrying a pram, holding a baby, the nappy backpack, the list goes on. I have been unconsciously compromising Karl, whoops. Move over Channing Tatum.
Anyway. Soon Hanning and Elaine arrived. We were having breakfast when they stepped off the metro to the side of our cafe. They joined us for a beer. If you know these two, you won't be in the least bit surprised, it's good to know they haven't changed. After that, we went for Sangria. Then we went to the 'supermercado' to get supplies for the apartment. The pregnant lady we passed on the street, on the way back to the apartment, didn't look too impressed with the demotion of the child. Her ideals will fade in due course.
We whiled away the afternoonon on the terrace of a Spanish bar, and then in the apartment. We are still doing it. Peace out homies.