Sunday, March 30, 2014
In Madrid, there are no street signs. At least, none that I saw. Local people must knew the place real well. But their sense of directing tourists is atrocious. I have already asked three people how to get to the restroom and I couldn't get a straight answer. This was the fourth one:
Juzno: Pardonme, senor. Por favor. Donde esta bano?
Rico the Bullfighter: You must be a tourist. No esta bano en Madrid para publico. People take baths in their own homes.
Juzno: No, you don't understand. I need to go.
Rico the Bullfighter: Ah, you must mean the aseos, si?
Juzno: Si, si.
Rico the Bullfighter: In that case, go straight and make a right on the first corner and then make another right.
Juzno: The toilet is there?
Rico the Bullfighter: No, there you will find someone where you can ask where the toilet is.
[More stories to come.]
Tuesday, March 04, 2014
Saturday, March 01, 2014
It was a time to see the world with its beauty,
appreciating the Creator who made such handiwork;
a time to recognize the darkness
and the ugliness caused by man,
and the dilemna of capturing such darkness
and integrate into it the promise of hope
a time to ask for God's blessings
to convey this message effectively.
© 2014 Rob Castro