Published: July 1st 2007June 4th 2007
Vale, another fun filled trip with Ms. Camille. We took to the streets of Madrid to start our adventure and watch some bulls get destroyed. The purpose of Madrid was the bullfight and meeting up with one of Camille’s friends Louis. After a quick lunch with Louis and dropping our stuff at the hostel, we hit the bullring. We originally had the intention of getting a little tipsy, but after that first seven euro drink we had enough (poor college students). I have never been to a bullfight before, nor have I watched one on the TV, so the initial hits were a little vicious to me. The first time the bull hit the horse, the horse hit the ground and stopped moving, I thought the horse was dead. About five seconds later it jumped right up and walked out of the ring no problem. The first and the sixth bulls went down on the initial strike of the sword, but all the other bulls did not. They had to use the other weapon to kill the bull because the sword slash matador could not take care of the kill with one blow. I believe there was only one ear
handed out and that was sixth bull. After the show was over, we realized the president of Spain was there!! He takes a bow after the bullring erupted into a chant of his name. Verdict on bullfights, I like… but I would not go with a girl again. I would go with my buddies and be slightly intoxicated and make it into a athletic event.
The next day we ventured into the downtown area of Madrid to check out Estadio Santiago Bernabeu, since Real Madrid is the most dominated force in the world. Plus I was obviously wearing my high school soccer shirt to represent my little sisters’ futboling skills on a international pitch. The trophy room in the stadium is roughly the size of all the houses I have ever lived in combined. It simply keeps going and going and going… trophies everywhere. I now officially believe that Real Madrid is the most winning franchise in history. You are also permitted to visit the locker room and sit in the seats where they sit during the games, probably the most comfortable seat I have ever sat in. It brings me back to my days sitting on baseball benches,
we are so rugged in the states sitting on benches while European Futbolers have easy chairs that are heated in case of cold weather, massages you if you get a little stiff, etc.
After the stadium we did some normal tourist things in Madrid, Royal Palace, Plaza de Espana, Plaza Mayor, and of course enjoyed a delicious meal at the very Spanish restaurant Hard Rock CafÃ©, Madrid. That night we went out with Louis to a shot bar, where we took shots anywhere from “bleeding…” (Not going to finish that one) to four horseman type shots, nor can i forget the tabasco shots and then we had some minis (a giant cup). Next we went to a variety of discos by the futbol stadium. They were located under one of the major business buildings in Madrid. By this time drinking was nearly over and we ventured back to our hostel and called it a night with the plan of San Sebastian tomorrow.
San Sebastian here we come, oh that’s a six and a half hour train ride!!! Seriously you can get out and just walk faster then the train on many occasions, it’s ridiculous. Off the train and
into the cold, rainy situation that the city had was actually an inviting situation for me. This time we had a hotel and immediately took a nap because riding trains makes me and Camille tired. We eventually got up and hit the streets for a beer and dinner, but we didn’t last long and retired by 2AM. The following day we road a ferrous wheel (I got the blue horse), looked at the tourist things, I climbed up one of the mountains to check out the view, the castle and Jesus on top, while Camille enjoyed a beer while writing postcards. After my hike up and down I joined her for a beer or two, then we had some of the best tapas I’ve ever had. They were all delicious seafood tapas that made my day. Although the tapas were gone, we kept drinking. We went cafÃ© hoping, drinking rum and cokes and gin and tonics (note coke was not light), seriously we stood up and went next door on a couple occasions. Clearly we were into deep to stop the drinking so we continued onto bars, where we met some other Americans and I met a Bolivian guy who
bought me a tequila shot and wanted to buy me another and another… no gracias tio. By this time we were both intoxicated and took that trip back to the hotel, immediately passing out. Waking up the next morning at 8:40am the word SHIT, coming from my mouth and us grabbing all our stuff and running out the door to catch our 9:45am plane. Yeah we caught that plane and got to ride back to Alicante with the Alicante Futbol team. We were very lucky, not only for catching the plane but for not vomiting on the plane either.
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