Day 1 in Spain

The 7-hour flight wasn't bad. Right now I'm too excited to finally be in Madrid to think of anything else. That's a lie, actually. I'm REALLY anxious to see Gab. It has only been a little over two weeks since he left the U.S. to permanently live here in Spain.

All I have for now is a note on his bed saying I should make myself at home and that he will see me around 6 pm.

It was a pain trying to find his apartment, however. With very little spoken Spanish and absolutely no sense of direction, I ended up having to lug all my crap for a whole hour to find his building as I was too intimidated to hail a cab and give directions en Espanol. And speaking of his apartment building, it is OOOOOOLD. Very charming and clean, though. If anything, his neighbors seem a wee bit snobbish. I wonder if it's because it's the first time they've laid eyes on a gorgeous Filipino queen before. ::wink:: I'm mostly amused by the manual cage-like machine they call "the lift" in their building. Makes me feel very Falun Gong when I'm riding it:

Off to get lost in the streets of Madrid. Wish me luck!