Arriving in Madrid

In retrospect, I should have known that my visit to Spain would be an adventure. After all, the journey that led me to the Iberian Peninsula started with an Atlantic Ocean-sized leap of faith.

It was my very first visit to Europe and the first time I met the man who had become a dear friend over the course of a long distance work relationship. I had known E, a Madrid native, for a year and a half. Over the course of those many months, he became a trusted business resource. He sprinkled warm, witty observations in his emails that managed to coax my often tightly pursed lips into the upward curve of a smile. When we Skyped, he offered words of encouragement in work – and in life.

I worked hard to set aside money to fulfill one of my lifelong goals of seeing “The Europe,” as Nurse Betty might say. And a trip to Madrid to meet the thoughtful, shy Spanish programmer and talented designer was what I wanted most.

I needed to meet the enigmatic E. (To read more, click here.)


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