I'm in Madrid. On a stag do. (The weather is awful thanks for asking)
I'm going home today. I got back to the apartment last night at 4am, got up at 5am to let the last 2 stragglers into the apartment (we were only given one key...)
I was woken up by a text at 9am and been awake since... I'm pretty tired... However I've used this time constructively; I've entered the VLM ballot....
Maybe I'm still drunk?! Anyway, here's a picture of a cow boy hat I, er, 'acquired' whilst in a bar - in Spain's national colours no less!
"The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat." -Theodore Roosevelt