Endings are beginnings
I am not sure what I expected from this weekend in Madrid. I was planning to see some sights, get some sun, go to a few parties and enjoying hanging out with my friends. All of that happened of course, although in the end I only went to the Saturday night party, Infinita.
The rest of the weekend I spent hanging out with two new mates I met here. Two days full of laughter and conversation. They have gone now and I need to start packing - and its weird how empty my apartment feels.
When people click, its amazing how quickly they become part of your world. One lives in London, the other here in Madrid - but I have no idea when I will see them again. But I will.
As Miss Crawford says - Endings are beginnings, Beautiful Things.
The ramblings from the semi-charmed life of an about to be 40 Australian fag with delusions of normalcy.