Archives for: April 2008, 09
Terminal Four Madrid Barajas: Socks
My shoes were wet, my stripey grey and pink socks were wet, my woolly tights were wet, the bottoms of my jeans were wet, and my feet were wet. The cold wetness was gradually climbing kneewards, and this despite the four Euro pseudo-Burberry umbrella I'd picked up from a hawker in the Gran Via.
