A Hapsburg Palace Adventure

This is a personal story, from far before my move to Baltimore.  If the oversharing of personal details makes you even vaguely uncomfortable or the use of a word beyond "damn" is not your cup of tea, I suggest you go back to Facebook or Twitter, or wherever you may have come here from.  If this has not deterred you, read on, and enjoy one of my most absurd moments.

There comes a point in many a middle class college student’s life where they are bitten by the study-abroad bug.  Professors and parents persuade you that a few months of heavy drinking in a foreign country will broaden your world view and do minimal harm to your liver.  While my semester in Spain is now but a far-off, distant memory, it did help me expand my horizons past that of a sheltered American student while teaching me the classic Spanish tradition of combining coca cola with my red wine.  

El Escorial