Kate has decided that the winter clothes she packed probably weren't the best things, so she'll be dumping them before we leave the hotel - maybe a lucky cleaner will find use for thick wollen tights?
We walk alot, drink coffee alot, watch people and the weather alot. It's been incredible actually, and really relaxed.
Kate and I have slipped into the Spanish way of life seamlessly - waking up around 8am then sleeping in the afternoon, followed by a late dinner and drinks til the early hours.
The language barrier hasn't been the nightmare I expected, besides a small slip up on the first night where we recieved a lasange and a garlic bread between us, we haven't had many problems. Noone really minds that you don't speak Spanish, as long as you slightly attempt it and get a word correctly, and with the obvious polite pour favour everyone seems happy.
Our Friday night was tracking down a bar over in the darker area of town, finding out it was smaller than the venue website advertised, full of goth tranny guys, with Interpol videos playing on loop on the tv, and 80's spanish synth in the background. It was honestly epic.
We moved on to another bar closer to home. The decor was like Cheers, had Led Zepplin posters everywhere and played 70s rock and Rage Against the Machine.
So goddamn cool.
After our drinks, we headed back to the hotel, only to stop outside a bar that was spitting distance form our hotel. It was a hardcore punk night, teenagers with piercings and vest tops, two-stepping to local groves of the spanish hardcore band on stage. It was a great change to walk off the Gran Via back to our hotel, to stumble into a crowd of kids smoking outside a small bar.
We blended in the crowd of 18somthing yr olds,
and stood stage right next to the toilets watching some spanish kids do some hardcore windmill shit.
Our Friday night was tracking down a bar over in the darker area of town, finding out it was smaller than the venue website advertised, full of goth tranny guys, with Interpol videos playing on loop on the tv, and 80's spanish synth in the background. It was honestly epic.
We moved on to another bar closer to home. The decor was like Cheers, had Led Zepplin posters everywhere and played 70s rock and Rage Against the Machine.
So goddamn cool.
After our drinks, we headed back to the hotel, only to stop outside a bar that was spitting distance form our hotel. It was a hardcore punk night, teenagers with piercings and vest tops, two-stepping to local groves of the spanish hardcore band on stage. It was a great change to walk off the Gran Via back to our hotel, to stumble into a crowd of kids smoking outside a small bar.
We blended in the crowd of 18somthing yr olds,
and stood stage right next to the toilets watching some spanish kids do some hardcore windmill shit. Today, I persuaded Kate to walk to the Bullfighting Arena which was about an hour away - I don't think I'll be in charge of making decisions like that in future. No bullfighting today, but we did see a seafood tent with alot of crab, lobster and prawns.
We used the metro for the first time on the way home, totally cheap and easy to use - if you're coming to Madrid, its real easy so use it all the time.
After getting back to the area of the hotel, we vetured out to find a cafe for food, and met (who I think) a French sports agent for Lyon's football team.
He was in town for the game next week, or something. He seemed pretty lonely, so we chatted to him for a little while until he left to do his own thing.
It never ceases to amaze me the people who you come across in life that you will think of for years later. He came across polite, and friendly and just wanted a small conversation with us, and we gave him that.
I hope he enjoys his time in Madrid, and didn't think Kate and I were rude in any way when we couldn't think of what to say to him.
We used the metro for the first time on the way home, totally cheap and easy to use - if you're coming to Madrid, its real easy so use it all the time.
After getting back to the area of the hotel, we vetured out to find a cafe for food, and met (who I think) a French sports agent for Lyon's football team.
He was in town for the game next week, or something. He seemed pretty lonely, so we chatted to him for a little while until he left to do his own thing.
It never ceases to amaze me the people who you come across in life that you will think of for years later. He came across polite, and friendly and just wanted a small conversation with us, and we gave him that.
I hope he enjoys his time in Madrid, and didn't think Kate and I were rude in any way when we couldn't think of what to say to him.
I have been hankering for the vegetarian pizza I ate half of before we left, if someone could send me the remainder I would be grateful.
ADDITIONAL - KATE BANGED HER LEG REAL BAD ON A SMALL KNEEE HIGH METAL POST, BRUISED AN EVERYTHING.
ADDITIONAL - KATE BANGED HER LEG REAL BAD ON A SMALL KNEEE HIGH METAL POST, BRUISED AN EVERYTHING.
MERCI BEACOUP xx
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