It's strange being in Madrid again. It looks exactly as it was five years ago. I remember the streets so well, I would be able to stumble back to the apartment if you were to drop me off drunk and high anywhere within the city (though I'm sober and I plan to keep on sober). My last few weeks at Barcelona were the best worst time of my life.
I'm staying with Vicky, a good friend whom I met through MeetUp when I was here years ago. I will briefly describe the day so that I remember it for myself: we had breakfast, then went to El Rastro and had a coffee, then I went to la Puerta de Alcalá to see Manuel Turizo, but the event was full so I went to El Retiro and I meditated a bit. I came back home to find Vicky had already prepared lunch (salmon, delicious), then we had a nap (each on their own) and then we went to a TED Talk Meetup to meet up with Ángel. After that we went to the supermarket and I prepared some tacos for dinner.
I'm writing this at night, which is not the customary time for writing my work logs, but this is partly because I'd be high at this time of the day, and partly because I feel that writing tired leads to uninspired entries. You can write uninspired entries if you have inspired work.
Where is my inspired work? Well, it was Sunday. Tomorrow we shall see.