It was pretty late, and we both weren’t feeling so hot, so we headed out around 2 to get something to eat. We walked around everywhere, and couldn’t find anything but bars and nightclubs open. We were both starving and getting irritated. Marisa was being a trooper about my horrible sense of direction. We finally found an awesome pizza place around Gran Via. We got 3 pieces each and squatted in a stoop and grinded until we could barely walk. We went home satisfied and passed out.
We woke up around 12 the next morning and headed off to see the Catedral and Palacio Royal. We went into the Catedral, and we were both impressed but getting hungry. We stopped inside this place called Café de Oriente on the Royal Jardin. It was amazing. It looked like central Europe. We ordered a glass of vino blanco and got plate after plate of tapas. We decided to order another glass of wine because we were enjoying ourselves so much and we were talking about how unreal it is we are in Spain. As we sipped the segunda glass, I got a call from Matt Helfrich, who is visiting with his program from Barcelona.
We met up at Sol and I saw Breck, Jimmy, Scott, and a couple of their buddies.
We went to an irish pub called Moore’s by Plaza Mayor for a drink and it was awesome to have them around. We drank a beer and planned to meet up at their hotel around midnight and we would go out from there. After we parted, Marisa and I stopped by this place called Istanbul and got some Doner Kebab. We took a siesta and then headed out to the Hotel Gaudi on Gran Via, where all the Barca kids were staying. We met up with them around 12 and then headed to El tigre, but it was too crowded. We headed to Sol, but didn’t want to pay the huge cover charge to Joy so we headed back to around Gran Via and went into a gay bar. As we walked in we saw they were singing Love Shack by the B52’s on the Karoake Machine. The place was awesome. Marisa walked straight up to the short hair girl who was singing Love Shack and shared the Mike. I thought they might share a kiss too. Un chiste. After Scott and Marisa sang a beautiful rendition of Bailamos by Enrique Inglesias, we headed to the club next door. There was a long line and a very short VIP line. We were feeling very important at that point so we hopped in the short line. We met some Spaniards we said as long as we don’t speak ingles in this line, we should be able to get in. This super nice Spaniard who looked exactly like Pau Gasol talked to the securidad for us and told us we were good people. The bouncer turns to us and said No Drogas Y no Bebida outside the club. We agreed and walked into this hip bar. We immediately started dancing on the stage to music from the Beach Boys, Elvis and Jet. It was a hopping place. Pau Gasol gave us a very nice regalo on the way out and around 5 a.m. we went back to Breck’s hotel to enjoy it.
Despues, Marisa y yo decided to walk back to my house. It was very cold and a very far distance. We started running, and after about 5 minutes at a full sprint, I noticed we were in Chueca, which is exactly the opposite direction from mi casa. I told you I have a bad sense of direction. I thought Marisa would never talk to me again. She just laughed and said she was going to be in charge of directions from now on. I agreed. We walked to Atoche and saw mi amigas Alex, Michaela y Jessica who were just coming out of the club Kapital. They asked what we were doing and said we were walking home and they said we should just go into a bar and wait for the metro that opens at 6 a.m. We walked into this bar and ordered Café con leche and pan tostado con tomatoes. Soo good. At 6 am we hopped on the metro and went to mi casa to sleep the morning away.
At around 11 we woke up and were not feeling 100%. I got up, made some potatoes, zucchini and eggs and toast. We went back to bed after that.
After we woke up, we took a walk in Retiro Park, which is so awesome.
We tried to get scammed by a churro vendor but I wouldn’t take it. After, we headed to the Museo de Sofia Reina and saw some amazing Picasso and Dali.
We wanted to go to the Prado after, but we were hungry so we stopped at the Dia super market and picked up some groceries and headed back. We got back had some cheese and wine and Marisa made me some of the best fried chicken I’ve ever had. We went out to watch the Real Madrid game at a local bar. Marisa had café and I had a cana. Even after the Cana, Marisa was feeling tired and we went back and went to sleep. I didn’t hear from the Barca boys but I think they saw Felix da Housecat at Club Low.
We planned to wake up at 7 am and head to El Rastro flea market, but my alarm didn’t go off so we woke up at 845. We had to hustle to catch Marisa’s flight, so we got some coffee and descended into the metro. As we switched lines, we heard this guy with an acoustic guitar singing forever young. It was beautiful, at that point I was like Fuck Yes. I am in Spain. I am living la vida. I kissed Marisa goodbye and made plans to see each other soon. On the way back, the guitarist was singing No Woman No Cry and I stopped and listened. I have a huge Spanish test on Miercoles so I’m studying today and all week. Great Weekend. Adios amigos
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