Farewell, Can Serrat, El Bruc and Montserrat!

It was a glorious last day, the sun shone on my last long walk as I said goodbye to the world as I've known it for the last three weeks. I am way behind on the blog. Blame it on the two nights of concerts (one lasting 'til 6:30 a.m.), and then my "last supper"! Can Serrat tradition is that Marcel cooks whatever you want for your last night. I asked for his roast chicken with veges, which sounds very mundane, I know, but not when Marcel cooks it! Mmm-mmm... It was a raucous last night, too, with several bottles of Cava, and then I treated all to a bottle of "Aromes del Montserrat", a liquor that the monks make up there at the monastery. Yum! I was surprised at how emotional I felt, especially with Marcel and Karine, they are the dearest people on the face of the earth. Anything we artists needed, they were there for us. I know we all felt honored and respected, which is not a real common experience for artists... not in my experience, anyway.

Today I had a full contingent escort down the mountain to Barcelona, with about a half dozen of the artists taking the bus with me. (OK, I'm not that special... they were headed in for a day in Barcelona. Still, I really appreciated the help with the luggage.) So it's been a very festive few days, and I managed to get all packed in time, anyway.

I arrived in Madrid a couple of hours ago. Oh geesh. I already know I gonna love it!! All the many-tiered wedding-cake buildings lit up at night was quite a sight. The cab driver couldn't find my street, but was kind enough to turn the meter off while he drove around looking for it! When does that ever happen?!?! So I got a nice tour of the Plaza Cebeles and Puerto del Sol and everything in between. Did I mention... OH. MY. GAWWWWWWWWD!!!?? I just sat in the back seat of that cab with my jaw hanging open. Sorry no pics yet. I was too stunned.

Now I'm comfortably ensconced here in the hostal in an amazing area, I have a little balcony, I couldn't believe it when I looked out, I'm near the corner and can look down three different cobblestone streets. Across the street is a sign for Yoga, and I found a little bodega around the corner and got small bottle of Rioja and some fresh fruit. Happy me! I made it here. (I hate the traveling part of traveling!)

Your friendly art scout will be on duty in the morning! Stay tuned.