Sunday, March 30, 2014

Getting Directions in Madrid


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.]



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Saturday, March 01, 2014

Observations


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 
through redemption, 
a time to ask for God's blessings 
to convey this message effectively.

© 2014 Rob Castro