In December of last year, I wrote a post about my son John’s adventures in Spain several decades ago, as told by him to me at the time… http://schmidleysscribblins.com/2012/12/23/25-years-ago/ . He read the post and wrote the message below in response:
Hello Mom, I just got home from doing laundry (3 loads) and am catching up on my computer work. I think I will save more for tomorrow since it is going to be a snowy day (I guess). It is unusually cold here but hopefully we will have school on Monday.
I found Linkedin and am a member now. I like it a lot and need to do some work on my profile. (one of my computer jobs tomorrow). I also joined twitter and picked 10 people or publications to follow. Like Smithsonian Magazine.
I read your blog and your story of Pamplona not Madrid was a bit off. I was told by my friends we were going to a SMALL festival in the north of Spain – HA. My ‘friends’ lost me an hour after we got there and I couldn’t find them for 2 days. I never saw any bulls and was not hosed down in the park. I was taking a nap and was hit in the head with a frisbee. I only left because a guy laying in the grass with his girlfriend was feeling my butt while he was fondling her and I thought that was too kinky for me. Eventually, I found my ‘friends’ who had my suitcase and traveler checks. Then we drove back to Seville which took 2 more days and I was not a very happy “camper”.