I am staying at the Hotel Hi Tech President in Madrid. Don’t follow in my footsteps. There’s a PC in my room; it doesn’t work because no one has installed the HP set-up software. There’s a mini-bar that keeps the drinks lukewarm.The wi-fi is painfully slow.
Today I walked the galleries of the Reina Sofia Museum, a staggering collection of beautiful and challenging modern art. In the courtyard in the early afternoon, I swayed as a percussionist ensemble performed mind-blowing sets on snare drums, bongos, marimbas, gongs, cymbals, and tablas. Then I filled my head with everything from Lucas Cranach el viejo to Roy Lichtenstein and Lucien Freud at the Thyssen-Bornemisza museums. I took in the special Matisse 1917-1941 show for dessert before wandering the streets of Madrid for another hour.
I’ve taken Dave Gray’s advice and stop frequently to sketch of what’s in front of me. My head is exploding with fresh ideas. But the #$%! wi-fi connection here works only intermittently I have 250 photos to upload to Flickr. Yet I’m unable to share what’s going on. Even writing the blog is a drag, for the words appear letter by letter, s-l-o-w-l-y, and I fear that Firefox will crash again when I’m in mid-sentence.
That’s all for now. I’ve been trying to upload a photo for the past ten minutes and the connection simply won’t let me. Grumble, grumble, adios.






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