Dios mío...
I remembered today how life before 1995 felt. In a word: shitty. Madrid hates me. Specifically, Madrid´s internet providers hate me. It´s now 810a, Tuesday. I am officially in the city for 12 hours and only now could I get access to the internet. The hostal´s wifi connection doesn´t work. I walked to a café and to Starbucks. Both places refused to allow my American devices to connect. I point out American because I can, not because something about their place of origin actually matters (they´re all made in China, anyway). Again, it feels like the days of modems. Shitty.
I am posting this in case the internet connection suddenly drops.
I hope to post pictures taken today (and there are many) very soon. That is, if los dioses madrileños permitan.
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