Generally speaking, I would say that I do. And after our first few hours in Madrid, I would absolutely like to. J and I are standing in the baggage claim, moments after landing in Spain. I turn around and see a tall, white haired man grabbing a large, bright orange piece of luggage from the NYC arrival belt. Lo and behold, Antony Bourdain is in Spain! I gawk for a moment, then poke J. How is this a sign, you may ask? Well the first time I met Anthony Bourdain, he was eating in my Cafe. The theme del dia that day . . . . Spain. That´s right, Kalimocho Cakes with Marcona Almond Toffee. An aucious beginning I´d say. I think this means we´ll eat well this trip. From there we make our way to the metro. Walking into the metro tube, the first thing we see is a 15 foot poster of Rudy Fernandez (selling "justice for everyone" - I´m not sure why). I´m not entirely sure what this means - except that people may actually be able to locate Oregon on the map.
More soon.
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