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... and rice not soft enough for my liking. I wanted to arrive at the flamenco show happy, so I had something sweet, yogurt. Sorry, didn't take a pic of that, it wasn't all that.
I was in full tourist area, so hailing a cab was super easy. People here really don't speak English, so I've really been getting by with the small amount of Spanish I know. I chatted a bit with my cabbie to the venue. Yay!
The show was not as good as the show I saw ...
... in front of the long-suffering RENFE clerk. No use, of course. The timetable has been changed and obviously no one bothered to change the site. For good reason the Brits have labeled RENFE as “Really Exasperating and Not For Everyone”. The next slow train is at 6:00pm, so we must now reluctantly pay €12.50 for the fast train, leaving at 3:15pm.
To pass the time we wander through the area around the station, hauling our suitcases ...
... keep sample some music and they didn't work, so she quickly opened another box. Those didn't work either, until she twisted and bent the cable into just the right angle for the audio to get to my ears. As you could imagine, I wasn't reaching into my pockets for my money, but did get a good laugh trying them on. The day got progressively sunnier, and now that Spring has finally arrived in Madrid, I figured it was about time to get me ...
... minute of the game, by Manchester! Well, shortly after the next goal was made by Madrid and the crowd went rabid! And so it went for the next 30 minutes and 3 goals later, Madrid won by 3-2. We were hugged and high fived by many strangers and happy Spaniards!
Now it was time to leave and get ourselves back to our hotel. The enormous crowd was milling about the stadium, most of them heading for the metro. There was no way we would be able to get ...
... colourful costumes, the body language of the matadors exuding fear and courage, and cries of Ole’, is no doubt electric, but the whole thing was all a bit one-sided for me. More than once, I found myself wishing that the bull’s horns would find the arrogant matador’s backside, but alas, it was not to be. There was one incident, however, where a picador (horseman with steel pointed lance) fell from his horse (see pics) and he came ...
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