Hell is in Spain

So, I don´t think I have commented yet that I actually found hell. It exists and it is here in Spain, in Madrid. It is a seven story tall department store called Corte Ingles. If you have ever felt overwhelmed in Dillards or Nordstroms, you will surely feel like a nutter in Corte Ingles. When the escalators never seem to stop going up, it´s a bad sign. The thing is that they suck you in because you know that they have everything. If you´re not sure where to find something (travel-size shampoo for example) you think to yourself "Hmm where can I find travel-size shampoo? No wait I got this one: the Corte Ingles!". That´s it, that´s how it happens. Yet the same reason that you feel totally bamfoozled when you´re in Corte Ingles is that they have everything! It´s really kind of ingeneous and sick all at the same time. I´m pretty sure that if you wanted to buy a baby alligator, you could find one in Corte Ingles. I´ve been in there a couple times and had to leave abruptly because I thought I was going to have a heart attack or something. I can definitely see someone entering a state of total existential paralysis upon entering that store. Anyway, that´s the end of my Corte Ingles rant, I just wanted to share that with all of you. I´m really excited right now because tomorrow morning I´m driving to San Sebastian up north in the Basque Country (close to the border with France) with some Italian friends. I think it´s going to be absolutely gorgeous, and the house that we´re staying in is very picturesque. I´m gonna take some photos while I´m up there, and I´ll upload them on Monday when I get back. Cheers.