October 25, 2012
We are now in Madrid and Camino is officially over. Attempted to hitch our way here from Santiago, but unfortunately to no avail. Made pretty signs using cardboard we found in a dumpster, yet nothing worked. Successfully managed to hitch all over Ireland last year, but apparently Spain is a bit trickier. Eventually caved and took a bus. Was a long, overnight journey. Woke up at one point with a small coffee in my hand. Couldn’t figure out where it came from until I noticed the fellow across the aisle smiling over at me. Stared back, looking very perplexed, which he took as an indication that I preferred sugar with my coffee and that was then promptly added to my cup. Started chattin away in Spanish when I continued to stare. Likely an explanation of what had just happened, but I hadn’t a clue what he was on about so I saluted him and fell right back asleep.
October 28, 2012
Our time here has been lovely. Staying with Borja, a friend from Camino who was kind enough to relinquish his bedroom to us for the 5 nights we’re in Madrid.
The brave soul even adorned our marred feet with slippers to wear around the apartment. It’s been so nice sleeping in the same place for more than one night in a row. The luxury of it has made us lethargic. Plus, it’s hard adapting to the Spanish way of life: breakfast at noon, lunch at 6pm, dinner always after 11, and bedtime never before 5am. No wonder they’re so big on their siestas. Regardless, we’ve been bad tourists lately. Our days consist of playing groupie at all of Borja’s soccer practices and games, watching Gandia Shore, and eating homemade cheesecake. Did manage to go camping, though. In Borja’s living room. Set up our newly purchased 2-man tent in between his flat screen TV and dining table, and four of us squeezed in for a night of whiskey cokes and scary movies.
Our one big touristic success was our trip to the Prado museum, which was a real treat. Got to spend quality time with one of my favorite paintings:
I love walking around art museums, listening to music.
The aesthetic collision of sight and sound breeds new perspectives. There is a line in the novel I’m reading that says: “Love must surely reside in the gap between desire and fulfillment, in the lack, not the contentment. Love was the ache, the anticipation, the retreat, everything around it but the emotion itself.” Thought a lot about that as I stared up at the works of Titian, Goya, and Velasquez. Some might say it’s pessimistic, but I find it really beautiful.
Going to Bon Iver concert tonight. Very excited as he is probably my favorite artist of this last year. Googled “things to do at a bon iver concert” in preparation. He’s a hipster’s musician and we don’t want to be caught lookin like fools doing the head bob like everyone else, so we figured it best to do a bit of research. Unfortunately, said sites seem to be quite hard to find, pretty underground. Rats.
FYI: I don’t have a computer so this entire blog is written on the Notes app of my iPhone and then posted when I have wifi THUS their we’ll be alot of typos
Madrid at sunset