Madrid & Barca= Spanish Conquest

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Fellow travelers, blog followers, and of course our baby birds,


We are currently in Marseille at an internet cafe with everything in French and a European key board but that never stopped MacGyver so it won,t stop us. We made it to Madrid with no hiccups but finding our hostel there was riddled with confusion. Somehow we walked into one asking where Miguel Angel was...and some may call it luck, we call it Fisser intuition...the hostel we stumbled into was our hostel. Ended up finding the only irish pub in Spain and listening to Now 11 Cd full of American great songs. recap: we met a security guard in Paris who said spanish women were the best in Europe. Brandon and I talked to him, Mack thought he was trying to rob us. Present day: Brandon and I completely agree, thus far...what else does Europe have to offer?...we will keep you baby birds informed. So after a good first night getting to know the schedule we decided to fully immerse ourselves in Spanish culture. Waking up at 10, eqting tapas for every meal, siesta-ing from 4 to whenever, eating dinner around 10 or 11 pm then start partying around 12 or 1, ending around 6. So, what did these two young, brave, tall Americans do? All of the above. We ended up going to teatro Kapital, a seven story club with seven different themes and seven different types of music and unlimited...women. Fisser intuition strikes again because it just so happens that La Femme, a private dj, concert, extravaganza, thing, all ran by women, who the security guard in France would have shook his hand, saying something like, "Hotttt" describes it. We somehow convinced them that we were press writing for all of you baby birds and received press passes to this private party. I know, I know, but its just because we look so good. Brandon and I got separated because I found two... floors I liked and he somehow thought I left the club, rookie mistake, probably because he wasn't carrying a leatherman. So...needless to say it was a crazy night and the walk home took place at around 6:15ish. We saw the sunrise because of Kapital, so I say thank you. The next day we visited sites. Onto the big day, game day, the real reason Madrid was a sprint to get to, and all of you out there reading this, it wasn't a disappointment even with the result. The day started like any other, me waking up Brandon telling him he slept through breakfast again, I used a bidet, ate a snail; and neither of us showered. Where we were staying we did not see anything out of the ordinary, a jersey here and there, then we got onto the metro. It was like the first time you ever conquered something then said Mortal Kombat on Christmas morning and A Christmas Story was playing in the background but you somehow still managed to get a bbgun and then shot someone in the foot and realized that the movie actually made sense and you said wow, i should've learned from that kid in the movie and then you started watching shows like Man vs; Wild and Modern Marvels because they are educational...Baby birds it was like that times 3. Just to let you know this entry is so long it has taken place in two countries, luckily switzerland only has the z and y switched. Anywho, back to the game day. So we headed to the Puerta del Sol, the heart of Madrid and let me tell you baby birds, it stole many hearts that day, singing, chanting, yelling, flags waving, love making all of it was occuring in front of our eyes. Thats when Fisser intuition came into play, mainly the leatherman leading the way, telling us we have to see the stadium. Got back onto the metro and wham (exclamation point- can't find it on the keyboard) it was like the band Wham, wake me up before you go go. The entire walk up from the metro was a sea of red and blue then we saw the stadium, and it was glorious it was like when Will Ferrell sang to Blue in old school. There were two sides outside the stadium, and one was for inter and one for Bayern and you were not allowed in if you were wearing the other teams colors. Riot police were everywhere ready to pounce like a panther on its prey. Unfortunately, after touring the stadium no good bars with large enough televisions were found, but Brandon found a German who loved to drink with him, you will see him in the pictures. We picked up some fan gear for Bayern, a jersey and a scarf and headed back to Puerta del Sol where we knew of a great pub with televisions everywhere for the game. Unfortunately, everywhere was taken except this perfect spot right next to the bathrooms with our own television. Met some pretty interesting Englishmen and Spaniards and we don't need to talk about the happenings of the game but after, both warned us of hazards and fighting that may occur, however, leaving the pub, we were greeted with hugs from Inter fans and talks about the game. They bought us some drinks and we kindly took them and headed for the square where all the action was because we are men of action. The entire square was filled, even more so then before the game, flares were going off, everyone was partying even Bayern fans. We ran into an Italian couple who shared drinks with us and liked me so much we ended up trading scarves to remember the game. Needless to say, we stayed in the square for some time, enough to start talking to random people who didn't speak English and them talk to us. Crazy times. That was Madrid in a nutshell. So then we headed for Barca. We booked our hostels with relative ease, got to our destination, no problems, found our hostel no problem, and leave it to Beaver that this hostel was literally ten steps from the ocean, wait no I mean Sea, to be more specific Mediterranean Sea. Sea Side hostel= great location and great people but not thrilling facilities. So the first day we were beach bums in Barcelona and people watched. Also, we both climbed a jungle gym that looked the eiffel tower or something, with kids quite a bit younger then us, we are that cool and had that many beers. The second day went similar to the first for the beginning but we had an amazing dinner, both of us got full fish, best meat was behind the eye, they told us, and let me tell you they were not lying. While eating near the Sea, a bountiful number of marching bands and dancers walked by with everyone that was following them drinking. We had no idea what was going on but our intuition told us it was something amazing. After exploring the port and the Joker, yes there was a joker there and it might have been a step up, if thats possible. On our way back to call it an early night we heard the fiesta still going on and decided to go check it out. Had our first Budweisers at Ryan's place, and asked what was going on, he explained that it was just bands playing and people drinking and following them. So we decided to submerge ourselves in the Spanish Culture and partake. Lets just leave it to we bought beer and six packs from locals and we were the only tourists there with fireworks going off and salsa dancing all around. Again another late night in Spain. Brandon was firing off pictures and we kept trying to talk to locals and they just kept talking to us in Catalyunan, miscommunication at its finest, something MacGyver would never had stood for but its fine. We found our way home only to stumble upon the best Gyro and Kebob place either of us has or probably ever will experience. After that night, we had to switch hostels to the gothic part of town, so we bought some eyeliner and black shirts only to find out its named for the architecture. We explored Gaudis creation La Sagrada Familia, and thought instantly of Camp Nou, so got on a metro and headed there. Visited the stadium only to leave with a Netherlands Jersey, socks, and scarf. Don't ask us how things happen just accept the fact that we bought Netherlands kits at Barca's home stadium. Our departure from Barcelona started early because responsible Brandon seemed to "misplace" his EuRail pass on our very first train, rookie mistake, probably because he doesn't carry a leatherman. So we went early so he could get a new one and he got there by building a mound. Got on the train and headed to Marseilles. Marseilles post to come and pictures too, these computers cannot handle the chaos we are trying to upload and also give us error messages for the pictures, I think censorship in the EU has been out on the look for these two outlaws. Boats and hoes.

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Fly Fishing
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