I allowed myself the luxury of having one night in a good hotel room and bed in order to start my trip with a clean body, clean mind and clean slate. It is a little ironic how, in about 12 hours, that body will become tarnished with sweat and smoke, that mind will be polluted with guilt and shame and that slate will be vandalized with indiscretion and impurity with the night streets of Madrid. I would not have it any other way.
I am pretty much all set for my week off before I start work on June 1st. I am going to have some visitors for a few days and have the rest of the week to get my sea legs and gather my madrileño wits about me, which will be a good way to get any distractions out of my system. This job is crucial, the pivotal fulcrum of responsibility that must tip towards my future. The very second it begins to teeter back into the cave of insurmountable failure, I will push and I will overcome.
This blog is for me, this blog is for the office worker, this blog is for expanding horizons the way I know how, without a net. This will document the journey of how one person, unidentifiable and out of place, attempts to shed the skin of abhorred anonymity and wade in the effervescent tide of assimilation.