In December 2007 there was the first 'major' furmeet in Madrid. I was in charge to find a cheap and suitable place for the 'poor' furs to stay. The first hostel I had chosen was not of them liking, so I had to choose another one in the very same day.
Galen had brought his car, so he was the driver while we were looking at the places that seemed affordable. Problem was... I have this trend (or mutant power) to get lost easily (even though I have a fairly good sense of orientation, although sometimes I just trust too much on it).
This was his tribute for the time we got really lost trying to get to a motel I had found on the Internet xD