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I couldn’t resist on this one… went out for a 10minute coffee break, and this is the square where I go for a ‘cafe con leche’ when working from home. It’s 12 o’clock in Madrid, around 12 degrees Celcius, blue sky, excelent autumn weather ! I’m very tempted to jump on my VFR and checkout where the snow starts. Last week the snowline was around 1100m, and as Madrid is around 720m altitude, it won’t be long before it’s on my doorstep !

It’s been such a long time ago since my last hangover that I should keep the one I had yesterday in memory. After a whole week with only 2 hours in the office (I’m working from home - that’s why I couldn’t bring myself up to update choepie during the week, enough computing my guess) we had a wedding of Marga & Ruben on fridayevening. Staring for a full hour at a pillar in the church, trying to copy the gymnastics of my neighbours (sit/stand/sit/stand… can’t they ever make up their mind ??? or is it a nice trick to keep everbody from taking a nap ??). Very nice choir by the way. I guess I found myself a good enough reason to visit a church once in a while, the accoustics of it are great. The wedding party was in a nice hotel on the Castillana, Intercontinental, where at that very moment the Barcelona footballteam was hosted for ‘El clasico’ Real-Madrid/Barcelona on saturday evening.

The food was good, but the speed of the dinner must have been an attempt to get this wedding in the Guiness Book of Records, at the moment you found the tools to start on the first plate they were almost there to grab it away for the second one. In less then no time we finished the starter (a seafruit salad), a Lomo de Merluza, a solomillo and a ice dessert, the wedding cake, coffee and a digestivo… completely stuffed we were invited to watch the opening dance. Welcome in Spain, where Sevillian girls are at their best : hands curling in the air, proud looking, chin in the air. It would have been very embarrasing for a stiff foreigner like me, wasn’t it for the ammount of beer/wine/Whisky-Coke that made me giving it a try without much of a hesitation. I guess it was Maria from Malaga (actually from around Toledo) that grabt my hand and thought me a very Sevillian dance. I though I was doing very well, before seeing the video afterwards… while I was thinking I really handled it like a matador, afterwards it looked more like a remake of Queens’ “I want to break free” (where Freddy Mercury, dressed like a women, is vacuumcleaning a livingroom…). I did had a good time, the DJ made a risky mix between ‘tengo un camisa negra’ and Metallica’s “Wherever I may roam” … nobody except me seemed to be shocked by that. Spaniards can have a lot. See some more pictures of Marga and Ruben’s wedding here

Long time since my last update… I’m not sure how come… well actually I do, last weekend I spend almost the whole weekend working and since monday I promised myself not to touch any pc out of office time… and I did had too much work in the office. Therefore.
I canceled my dive weekend… moneywise, there was my bike insurance to pay and those gangsters are way too expensive… so not much money left as well. To compensate I went out very heavy this weekend. Friday with Gareth, who just resigned, and yesterday to DJ Meat in Mondo, great set by the way. I managed to get Jon with a girl but then again, I’m not sure if he was able to preform, as it was 8 in the morning when we went for breakfast after Mondo. He’s probably still asleep. It’s going to be a lazy sunday afternoon. A bit too cold to take the bike out for a ride… but I can fix myself some food and take a look at Godfather 2 or 3…

It should be considered as a crime, to work 12 hours on a sunday. I’m afraid people might think I’m Dutch. Their calvinistic roots made them work too much and not enjoy live. (that’s why the coastline in Holland it’s only function is to seperate the water from the land, it was only later the dutch discovered the pleasures of a beach.) Anyway the whole weekend was spend on a project in Belgium with a deadline today. I finished it just before midnight on sunday.
Nothing more to tell, I spend the whole budget of Jon’s online pokergame in a few minutes and therefor forced him to go out again, and get extremely waisted. As usual he didn’t want to share the taxi home (I came in around 6 in the morning), no he always has the imrpession his moment will come, his opportunity to meet up with the girl of his dreams. He’ll learn one day that not too much happens after 10 Wodka lemons.

I’m back from a couple of days in Belgium… running around like a chicken from one place to another… only stopped by the need of a bed once in a while. Actually a bit strange as I had the whole place of my mother for me alone. I was so free to use her car the whole time it almost fals in pieces apart but I toke good care of it jaja - and it brought me anywhere anytime.
You don’t want to see me dressed as a nurse wasted on saturday night after 3 killer coctails, 1000liter of beer (or something that feels similar) and a dozen of gin/tonics at the end. A girl wanted to check if I really came from Spain and started to chat to me in a version of Spanish she considered as good… I couldn’t understand her and just walked away, a move she considered as a victory for her though they were just lying about it Belgium is a small country and that’s not because of the size of it. Or maybe it is… most of the people consider it an adventure to drive 500km out of their settlement. It can’t be good for your state of mind if you live somewhere where you hit the border after an hour drive. Isolation makes people go crazy after a while. Why do pigeons fly back to their caves after they were set free 2000km from their prison. Same thing happens with people.