¿Tienes Sed? tour, Day 1

I am in Madrid and my neck is killing me. I'm staying on someone's couch, someone who was supposed to be a friend of a friend, but was revealed to have never actually met my friend. Still, he's been kind to me, and gave me whole grain toast with olive oil and I'm grateful for a free place to stay. I remember 0% of the Spanish I studied for 5 years and I enjoyed 0% of my time in the Moscow airport. Perhaps it is the Communism — I know I had briefly converted, but I'm back to capitalism now.