Valladolid - Seoul. Stage 2: Frankfurt
While going to the airport, I met Arispides in Madrid’s subway. He is a very nice Puerto Rican guy in their 50’s. This guy is an artist, a painter who come to Spain for a painting course (Although he told me they teach him but he didn’t learn anything!). This guy’s life perspective was fantastic, I’ve never seen a so conscious and positive person. He was constantly smiling and he was speaking with the self-confident provided by the years. He tried to give me advices, telling me to always stay out of the route all the people follow but not too much to prevent derailing.
This guy made my day, I’m happy because of him.
About the plane, nothing really speciall. I had the tipical ultra serious executive I_read_the_economist_but_I_travel_in_tourist_class seatmate and we didn’t really speak about anything.
I needed to wait for the plane in Frankfurt around 2 hours, time I spent trying to find german beer in the various duty free stores. But there isn’t beer, none. Zip. Zero. There were only spirits. I should had bought pacharan in Madrid!
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