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Tissue anyone?
The crowds do this to show appreciation for a clean kill. I just like doing it. If you´re just tuning in... I posted pictures on the previously pictureless blog. So check those out first. If you did that already... Continue the silliness.
The hostel that I stayed at was filled with mostly American people. I was surprised to see that. Especially since the vast majority of Americans dont even have a passport. Well if you´re reading this, you dont need one. You have me. But that place in Madrid was funny. I have to say that the little bit of spanish that I know has really helped out.
When we got to one of the bullfights, we had to scalp some tickets to get in. Like I said before; San Isidro is a huge bullfighting festival and the events sell out fast. There were four of us. Two guys from Leeds (Danny and Richard) and two Californians (Talia and yours truly). So we needed four tickets. Well, then we ran into a couple of girls from the hostel that were trying to get tickets too and they spoke absolutely no spanish. So now we needed 6 tickets. Helped that Danny is part Spanish and hablas moy bueno.
Luckily found a guy that was selling
OUCH!
That has got to sting. a couple of good seats for the actual price listed on the ticket. He just wanted to get rid of them. So we suggested that the two non-spanish girls take them. We needed four to get our possey in. Decided to wait till it started to get better prices and we were about to give up when we found a guy with four tickets, all together, 10 rows from the ring. Sweet. Danny did all the talking. I would have just messed it up anyway. We bought one and I went in to see if it was ok. Once I was in, Danny went back and haggled the other 3 from him.
I had bought my own the first time I went, and it was not an easy sell for the guy. But when a deal is in the works, it always brings out my best speedy gonzalez spanish. Arriba, arriba, andale, andale... give me a ticketa. But non-the-less, we got into the event. No problem and had some amazing seats. OLAY!
Afterwards I ran into one of the girls we helped in the bathroom (dont ask). She said thanks for helping them get into the bullfight. Then
Does this make my ass look big?
NO. Your ass makes your ass look big. she asked me if I knew that they killed the bull at the end. "Ya, I know", I replied. She was shocked. I asked what she thought was going to happen when the matador pulled out the sword. No pun intended. She said that she thought the bulls just got dizzy or something and then let go plus, that they never show that on t.v. back home. And she is right. They don´t. Buggs Bunny never kills the bull. He just tricks it into banging its head on the wall and then leaves. Or hammers his horns into the wall. So score one for american t.v. Bringing culture and diversity to our youth.
Oh, I almost forgot. I dont know if you guys have read any of the other bloggers on this website. It is full of people traveling all over the world. Well one of the blogs that I read is Weez n Wife. They are two crazy people that take fantastic pictures and have the best adventures together. Anyway, I ran into them on a train in Slough. Couldn´t believe it. I recognized them from the pictures that I love to look at. So, like a true
This is why you don´t wear pink to a bullfight
Im not sure which is pinker. Fandi´s pantalones, or that guys bald spot. You decide. weirdo groopey, I went up to them and started a conversation. They had to get off but were very nice. Even gave me a shout-out on their latest blog. Im such a nerd. If you want to see some great pictures and interesting blogs, checkém out. Last I heard, they were considering wearing mustaches and hats next time they are in public, to avoid crazed fans. Well, I would avise against the mustaches. Didn´t work so well for me.
Meanwhile. We ended up going out that night after the bullfights. I know, your surpised. But the festival in Madrid spills out into the city streets after night has fallen and the people go nuts. Bars are set up outside. Block parties are going on all night. Really terrible stuff.
We ended up partying with the band and having to go back to the hostel to put pants on so we could get into a club. Danny and I went home and made the change. Got back and enjoyed ourselves. Although Danny did have some difficulties with his socks before we left. Im sure all those giant beers at the block party had nothing to do with it though.
Bullfighting Possey.
From left to right. Guy, girl, guy. Any questions? But at one point in the evening we had 30 people following us because they thought we knew where the party was. Well, we did, but they weren´t really invited. I didn´t care though. The more the merrier. Mi casa, es mi casa. That´s spanish.
Seriously though too many stories about Madrid to tell all of you online. But I do love that city. Great nightlife, and really nice people. Not that much poop either. That´s a good thing. So its on to Ibiza, where the beer gives you gas and marcus kicks ass. Read on...
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Manny
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Hook me up with the girl!!!!!!
shes' cute!