George of the Madrid
Believe it or not, I hitchhiked in the airport to get a ride to Madrid. I needed to save as much Euro’s as I could because I didn’t want to exchange money in the airport. A woman named Carmen, naturally, took me into the city. She was very mellow and shy and she worked in a hospital, she was a doctor! I asked her about her hobbies and she told me she liked to hike ‘El Rockodromo‘. That sounded pretty fun. I might have time to hike it myself, I’ll have to see.
When she dropped me off, I still needed to find one of the five star Madrid hotels where my friend was staying for a week or so. But first, I still needed to find a exchange bureau. I phoned my friend, George, he was already upset with me, he said he was hoping to pick me up at the airport and that he’d been waiting for my call. So, by the time I got to his hotel, he wasn’t very talkative, but I found out that it had nothing to do with me; he had just lost his job. That’s why he’s at this hotel in Madrid, trying to find work. I slept on the sofa bed that was next to George and his new girlfriend. I felt very uncomfortable about his new girlfriend, I mean, George is just a friend of mine from way back in the day, but here I am intruding.
The next day, George told me that his hotel room is my hotel room, but he did kind of wince when I said I’d be staying 3 days. George means a lot to me, for me he has always been the ultimate bachelor. I met him studying English in Barcelona. He was always a bit over weight, kind of like a Jay Leno. But, he has such an outrageous sense of humor, and a great smile with baby eyes that he was never without a girlfriend, but his relationships never lasted long.
That night, we all went out to a nightclub, progressive rock, but for some reason, it was an extremely slow night and no one danced. So, George, his girlfriend and I all went out on the dance floor and danced the night away.
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