Eurostars Madrid Tower

... hand, waving it around. I'm serious. This ritual is so damn weird you can't help but to be strangely fascinated by it. There were 6 bulls in total. That's only in Madrid. There's a bull fight every Sunday in almost every major city in Spain. That's a shitload of dead bull.<br><br>After that, we got back to hostel and I celebrated my last night in Madrid with a bunch of new friends and alcohol.<br>

... are the bankers or whatnot, or the guys opening the shops at noon. But it´s no wonder things take a lot of time to get stuff accomplished. And I´m not only talking about Spain. I think it´s the European way of life. The pace around here is definitely different but not in a bad way. Just different. Being that I was in the military, 7am didn´t mean time to roll out of bed. It meant you were 5 minutes late to start work because being on time means being 5 ...

... we were having trouble getting a train from Barcelona to Paris so we're heading to Barcelona tomorrow so that we can try to leave earlier. This is only the second time on our trip that it looks like we're getting stalled on our attempts to leave one city for another, since we wanted to go to Prague, so that's not too bad I guess. The trip is winding down so it won't be long before I get to see family again, we're looking forward to seeing some more familiar faces since Binder left us.

... horses and matadors and waving their capes around then they release a very ****** off bull. Two men with capes waving try and stir the bull up and run and hide when it chases them. Then a man on a horse comes out, when he antagonises the bull it charges the horse who is heavily padded so at no risk of harm but this is where my day gets very bad. Maybe i am naive, maybe just plain stupid but i honestly never thought in this day and age ...

And her name is Christa P Whitney. I spent a whirlwind 30 hours in Madrid this weekend (visiting my best friend from high school, for those of you who don't know her, in the last week of her junior year abroad), getting in at 8pm Friday night and leaving at 9am Monday morning. But boy, was it worth it! Saw a concert, ate churros for breakfast, danced until 7 in the morning with a silly pair of Spanish firemen, napped next to and swam in her pool, visited two ...

... speaking folk. This bus fills up fast. I had to introduce to the concept of take your pack off to create more space. It was kinda cute. One of the women in the group turned to me an said "we're not used to this type of travelling". If they only knew what I have gone through. I replied, that's why I telling you the ways. After a bit of uphill driving we get to Alahambra. I wait in line only to realize itoe a cash only line. I ask about credit cards and ...

... she gave me the goods on some other BU students who were apparently drunks with psychological problems). I like her best because she is a GOOOOOOOD cook. The Food..... Oh sweet jesus the food is tasty. I made a point not to come right out and say i didn't like certain things (like that fish makes me want to vomit and die) so that i would have new culinary experiences. The first day I ate a sort of paella type rice minus the stupid shelled things like clams. It had shrimp and ...

... drawing and geometry and cool classes that we don't have in the U.S.), and he was on his way home from a vacation in New York City. He was extremely intelligent, and he helped me with my language skills by reminding me of grammatical rules, and told me all about the culture of Spain (i.e. food, shopping, dressing, manners, local color, public transportation). What made me most nervous was when he told me that even though I ...

... and she was born there. To confirm the connection, Diego brought over a bottle of wine celebrating the Pepica centennial that featured her great-grandparents' portrait. Amparo tapped the bottle and let us know that she is now the proud owner of the necklace in the picture. Dessert was fruta confitada, a recipe that comes from Amparo's great-grandmother and is now made for the restaurant by her mother. According to Diego, it is a recipe that came to Spain with the Moors "at ...

... surprised. So, during the day while she had her "orientation to Spain" classes, we hid in our room, desperately avoiding the hotel owner, an evil, terminally crabby woman who lurked around corners, waiting to glower menacingly before shrieking at us in unintelligible Spanish. Did I mention it was cheap? I mean, REALLY cheap, because only truly die-hard tightwad backpackers could stand staying there. Like us. There were some record heat wave ...