Dymaxion revisited

Last time I was in Madrid was on my honeymoon when, after a 17 HOUR! flight in coach, we reached the hotel only to discover that they'd lost our reservations and we were then schlepped over to another hideously dark hotel where we had a lovely bridal suite with two camp beds pushed together and a balcony view of the the drug dealer to the right, the brothel to the left, and the crew shooting a film directly below.

We checked out at one AM and left the country after a total of nine hours.

If we'd known that there would be a Buckminster Fuller exhibit at the Ivorypress Art + Books, we might have hung around for another day.

Maybe.