Okay. I understand that I have a decidedly American internal clock and getting into bed when most Spaniards are going out to dinner means I have to tolerate a little street noise. This apartment is on the 7th floor above the Plaza de España. It sits on the Gran Vía. Madrid’s Wall Street for major events.
Tonight as I settled into my routine of Sudoku puzzles and a sleep shirt I found the ruckus outside unusually loud. I arose from my slumber and went to the window and threw open the sash. And what to my wondering eyes did apear but an open air bus with the Spanish National Basketball team returning from China where they win the World Cup. It seems they were having their version of a ticket tape parade. With a live band following and thousands of proud fans cheering and honking.
Now good night.