Anything can happen today

Life has already started today, although it’s the earliest I’ve ever been outside on a Saturday in Madrid. It’s refreshingly cold and the sun shines at full force. An airplane draws a perfectly straight line in the sky that divides it exactly in two. The street smells like a good day in a far-away country and I feel like an amazing day ahead just outside a cheap backpacker’s hotel near the equator. Some people have the faint smell of Chinese food around them and I myself have the impression I smell like decay. That might be the rotting dirt on the sidewalks as well. Anything can happen today.

I return the book I borrowed to Edecio and we catch up. There are two young and pretty girls next to me. Edecio says: “Where did you get these beautiful eyes from?” And the girl says: “From my mother.” And I think he’s going to ask: “Is your mother available?” but he says: “Can she give these eyes to me as well?” And we laugh.
“Where are you little princesses from?”
“I’m from Ecuador and she’s Peruvian.”
“My friend here lived in Peru as well.” And that way I’m included in the little talk.
“Where did you live?”
“Lima, I don’t remember the neighbourhood. Something like Pueble…”
“Pueblo Libre. That should be it.” And we chat about Lima and life there. And when they leave I say: “I think you have beautiful eyes as well.” Not because I think I should try to shag the girl or because I even feel like meeting any girl at all but because it’s a beautiful day and she indeed has beautiful eyes. She blushes as far as Latinas can blush with their caramel-coloured skin and I leave some minutes after them.

Mikkel asked me over Facebook why I didn’t write about him on my blog and I think about that in the metro. I think if I would start to write about him it would become a book, which is in fact what I’m doing right now. He’ll get his share. But I remember some quotes. “If you find an honest and sane woman: Marry her.” It might be mine, I don’t remember. We were in a cab heading back after crazy-girl-encounter two-hundred-seventy-seven. I repeat the phrase when I talk with Angelos about how I just cannot get myself to approach the wonderful girls Madrilenian streets are decorated with. I fear they’re all crazy and probably they are.

Another quote of Mikkel I remember was the first night we went out in Peru and he had the decency to bring me a girl as well. I couldn’t find the most findable place and over the phone he said: “It isn’t exactly rocket science.” And then I used this phrase to a scientist a while ago and he replied: “Well, rocket science is not that difficult.” But for me it is.

The sun still shines when I leave the metro. It’s a beautiful day. Sarah calls me to catch a coffee or beer and her voice is sweet as camote but I cannot as it is Dani’s birthday. We chat a little and her Spanish has even improved and we know we will meet again soon and have easy fun and maybe she can help me to lose my complete disinterest in women. My head feels like I’ve been drugged with GHB which just might have happened yesterday. More people smell like Chinese food than this morning. There are no other airplanes in the sky. Anything can happen today.