(photo: the Terazza at night)
The bird who pooped on my party guests while on the terrace
Laura had a mini make up party during the barbecue with a few if the gals.
I have a cup with Kristen's balls in it: She loves to wear necklaces with big clunky beads and then she plays with them. And then they break. And then little balls are everywhere. Very dangerous on a terrace. I found the last of them while cleaning.
Grease fire! How can there be a party without one? (quickly extinguished – i know the drill). This little electric grill fills up with grease quickly.
Laura's chicken nuggets
Nicole's beef and chicken
Rebecca's brownies
NY style hot dogs with sweet onion sauce
Alphonso smelling onions out in the street before he rang the bell
Watching Mets / Phils over the Internet
The last 4 people here were all Spanish
Party ends at 5:30 with birds circling. We had learned or lesson.
Highlights of the 4th of July Party:
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
-Iron Maiden
Today I cleaned up and mopped everything, even the terrace. The house is spanking clean. Hooray. It took long enough.
I watched the insane Sunday game with the Mets and Phils, with a 2 hour plus rain delay and then it went 12 innings after Wagner blew the save. But they won!
Tomorrow: room cleaning and packing. I won't bring much. Most of my sh*t is on that side of the Atlantic.
Coming home. It always seems so surreal. And then i get there and time has passed even though i haven't been there to see it. Time has some gall!
But this place is home too. I finally have a nice flat i can have guests over too. The terrace is nice and cool at night. When it's hot I just sleep out there and wake up at five to the birds. Then i run to bed and go back to sleep.
I was thinking today, it's been good to have this week at home to decompress. Last year i decompressed in London. This year in Madrid.
T -9 and counting. Prepare for re-entry in less than 72 hours.
It's 3:16 am on lunes morning. Good night people! I hope you had a good 4th of July weekend. We Americans here in Madrid sure as hell did.

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