I haven’t posted many pictures of us lately, and since my mother and mother-in-law are the only people still reading this blog and that’s what they want to see, here are a bunch. (We’re having a lovely time in Barcelona, by the way. It’s like New York with LA’s weather.)
I’ve gone my whole life without meeting anyone else with my last name that I’m not related to. That’s not counting the other Seth Madej that I found on Google who, much to the detriment of my future job prospects, once fronted a band in New Jersey called Master Bater and the Meat Beaters.
But things are different in Poland, where Madej is not an uncommon name. It’s also pronounced in a somewhat logical way, unlike my family’s pronunciation of MADGE-ee, which makes no sense in any language but does lend itself to all sorts of cool hip-hop names like “Seth the Mad G,” or “Your Madejsty.” But in Poland it’s MAH-day, and in fact both there and in Hungary I found that if I told hotel clerks my last name was MAH-day, for the first time in my life I didn’t have to spell it.