I awoke after a lame date to the abrasive sound of my mobile phone ringing way too early on this past Friday morning. "Go to your window. Motherfucker, run." Only Juan - the young lawyer from Murcia and one of my favorite living creatures - could deliver one of our more vulgar expressions with such limitless charm. And only he could be excited enough about a city blanketed in snow to wake me from my necessary slumber. In truth it was a sight to behold, but I got that over with in less than ten seconds, and returned to my cama to finish dreaming.
In the early afternoon, I made some tea and cereal and headed out for a day of peliculas and medication over at the Tribunal flat. All around me, Madrileños frolicked in the rare weather and made sincere but lousy attempts at snowmen and snowballs. Still, I couldn't shake this morose feeling. Normally I take the street of the kings to that of the holy spirit by foot, but today I was in no mood and opted for the metro. Before submerging, I turned back to look in the direction of my flat and the Palacio and took the shot you see above.
When I got to Juan's we chilled in the kitchen to chat and wash dishes together in order to save the girls from a smoke-filled room. After that we got down to business and threw on Memento, a film I had not yet seen and still cannot rid from my mind. By the time the sun was down my spirits had lifted and the night was on the mind. Later on, as I walked with Brittany toward Santiago's housewarming gala near plaza de Toros, she took my lack of snow-inspired enthusiasm and shattered it with one line. "Snow gives it a reason to be cold."
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