Wednesday, September 21, 2005


Our neighbor up the road in Asturias called us in Madrid to tell us she was worried about our car. Nothing's wrong with it mind you, and it's parked behind a locked gate, but still, she was worried. Nice to know someone is looking out for us, but still, a strange reason to call. Until she got to subject number two: her grandson, who is 25 years old, wants to be a journalist, and lives in Madrid. Would we call him?

"Your grandmother asked us to call" doesn't seem the right opening, and after that, I can't think of the first thing to say to a 25-year-old Spanish stranger. But his grandmother's property would be the first one to get a new cement post should we connect to the electrical system, so I suppose call is what we'll do.

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