Gone Away / Journeys

Six Weeks in Europe 2004

Letter from Montpellier

— When last I left off, I was getting myself ready to have dinner with Marlene in Madrid on Wednesday night last week. We met near my hotel, and despite her joking about Spaniards being late and how I should wait a few extra minutes for her, she was right on time. I’m not particularly fond of Spanish cuisine in general, and most of the items on the menus there are not words I remember from the vocabulary lessons in my high school Spanish class, so eating well there can be a bit of a challenge.