Steve is "up-in-the-air" as I write this, on his way to London Gatwick airport.

I picked Steve up at his flat this morning before 9am. He was noticeably and understandably emotional, closing his flat's door behind him for the last time, closing another chapter of his life, and moving on to the next one.

We had a coffee together at Madrid Barajas Airport after he checked his suitcase because he had two hours to kill before his flight. We talked, mainly about the usual things of life, observations.

Before finishing our coffee and realizing our time was short, I felt compelled to thank him for his friendship and company during these past 5-years. Steve, you were/are a good friend. For me, Madrid and Steve go together like peas & carrots.

You'll be missed, Steve. But I'm looking forward to visiting you in your Gingerbread farmhouse in southern England. Take care, buddy.

Sadly, MadridMan