So, let's continue this bloggy with the rest of my journey in Madrid....
Anywho, it would be a lot easier to get through the anxiety of this trip if I was drunk all the time but I think then I would maybe develop a problem and I need to come back from Europe with souvenirs not a drinking problem... Speaking of souvenirs it is so hard to get anyone presents here everything is just so tacky. I want something authentic and I don't mean a soccer scarf. I don't fucking care that I am in Europe it's still called soccer.
Ok, let's move on.. To finish out day three this is what happened... I went to the Prado Museum which was the number one thing I wanted to do in Madrid it's pretty much the entire reason I picked Madrid as one of the cities I was going to travel to... If you like art it's awesome but if you like Spanish artists it's fucking amazing. If you like Goya or Velázquez then forget about it, it's life changing. Velázquez has this painting Las Meninas that I spent hours in art history classes discussing and analyzing over and over again. Seeing it in a book you're thinking oh, this is really cool I like this painting, blah blah. Seeing it in person was ridiculous you're like he fucking touched this, this is real. I pretty much wanted to cry. I guess it would have been equivalent to a guy getting a boner. I don't know this just sounds like I am a dork for art but whatever. Plus, it was free so it was hands down the best thing I have ever done in my entire life for free. You have to wait in this line hundreds of people long but it moves very fast and there is just so much to see but, the Prado gift shop sucked ass. So they need to work on that there.
After the Prado I went back to the hostel for a few to just relax and gather my thoughts from the entire day. Whenever I have a second to myself my mind just starts racing. I'm an over thinker as it is but being alone in a foreign country and sitting alone with just your thoughts is a scary thing. Your mind starts to go places and you can pretty much just talk yourself in to an anxiety attack. It's better to just pack your days with so much to the point where you don't even have a moment to take a breather. But, unfortunately Madrid isn't that big of a city and you can see everything in about three days so trying to spread that out over six and a half is tough.
For some reason I thought that going to Europe for one month by myself was going to be no big deal. I usually make friends really easily and I was just so optimistic and ready for it that I thought I was somehow going to go through this entire month without one negative or lonely thought. Before I left everyone was like are you sure? Are you sure you wanna do this all alone? I was like oh yeah, of course. I don't want to have to answer to anyone or do everything that the other person wants to do blah blah. Being by yourself you start to realize things about yourself and just everything that you never did before. And then I'm just like, alrightttt I'm over this. But whenever I feel overwhelmed or homesick I just have to chill out for a minute and say, Korilee shut up! You're in Europe! Do you know how many people would die to be doing this? Do you realize how jealous you're making people? Life could be so much worse right now. I could be stuck on that deserted island watching repeats of CSI Miami and even though I love David Caruso and his sunglasses, Europe is better. I just think spending any significant time alone with yourself you really start to understand who you are and what you want and even though having such clear thoughts about everything is great it's kind of scary. Plus being in cultures completely different from home and the US as a whole makes you start to realize what you are grateful for and what you wish was different in your life. I think I need to start living in the moment more. I need to take more risks and be less cautious with my life. I don't want to wake up twenty years from now and be at a dead end job or single or have the feeling as if I never explored. It's just better to do things that scare the shit out of you than to wake up every day with regrets....
So, day four what did I do? I woke up here and ate breakfast.. Which by the way has apparently been very difficult for me. I am in Spain I want to be eating and drinking constantly. Madrid is a party city but it's like I have no appetite. But anyway... Day four.. I traveled over to the center of town to start out my day and met my friend Ashley who I went to college with in San Francisco. It was really nice to see a familiar face and to catch up with a friend I haven't seen in awhile. Since I had pretty much done all of the touristy things she took me around to do more local things. We started walking and we got caught up in this uhhh I don't know I want to call it a parade but it was odd. It was with all the fire fighters and the signs were all very negative speaking of Hell and skeletons. I do not know but I am pretty sure every fire fighter from Madrid was walking in this thing so if there was a fire the city would have been straight up fucked and burned to the ground... Then we traveled to umm El Tigre? Something like that. It's a tapas place where you order a drink and you get a plate of free tapas.. It was a good time... The rest of the afternoon we just spent walking around parts of the city I never would have explored on my own which I thought was really cool as well... It's always nice to go to a city and get tips or explore with any of the locals because it's nice to do the normal thing and take a break from being a tourist.
OK so the thing about this bloggy is that I try to write a little every day so I can remember so most of this writing is from before I went out on Sunday night... Oh, Sunday night. I wish you guys could have seen it.. We all decided to go out as a big group because it was a lot of peoples last night. First I went out for Paella with some of the girls which was amazing! It was so good. I need to learn how to make it. Had a few drinks at that place which is where I met those scary looking guys that I posted a picture of... Yikes! They were awesome though... Anyway we came back to the hostel for some beers and sangria and before I knew it I was half in the bag. At this point we were all out of alcohol and you can't buy alcohol in the stores past a certain time so you have to go out on the street, look for a Chinese guy ans he will sell you beers... Weird but it always works.. There's always people out on the street with flyers with drink deals trying to get you to come to their place so we followed a few and then we finally found a good deal. We get in to the place for free and we all get a free shot... We tell them there is about ten of us and we couldn't find the others so that's when you take advantage and take four for yourself... I don't want to do it, I don't want to say it but I wouldn't have been surprised if the shots were absinthe. They were glowing green and they didn't taste like a margarita or a mojito and before I knew it I was the only one on the stage dancing. I'm talking out of control. Probably some of the best dancing you've ever seen in your whole life. It was like I had no control over my own body and I just kept on going. I couldn't be stopped. The crowd was going wild. People were taking pictures and videos and shaking my hand like I was some sort of celebrity. Some guy even put ten euros in my shirt but apparently took it back later. After the show I put on I was ready to go back to the hostel. On my way back I just let loose. I suddenly decided I didn't care and started speaking in Spanish to all the locals without a problem. Except for when I accidentally told some guy I didn't like him but whatevs. As soon as I got back to the hostel and sat down I realized I was going to need a wheel chair and a neck brace. I was danced out! I passed right out. Woke up for breakfast and then took a little siesta.
Last night I ended up going to Reina Sofia Museum... I'm about to get an art boner again just to let you know... Anywho... This museum is mostly modern art. So, it's a lot of shit just thrown together and you keep wondering how it's really art. But they have a whole room of Dali paintings and a huge area of Picasso's work. All I wanted to do was see Guernica. And unlike the Prado I got to take pictures of a lot of the artwork. They also had this really cool exhibit that some guy did where he took the front page of newspapers all around the world from 9/11.. As an American and dealing with September 11th as a country it was weird to see how other countries responded on all of it. I don't know, it was a weird feeling. Powerful shit.
Last night was a good night though... A big group of us ate together, it was nice and instead of going out we just talked... Good times.
When I write this bloggy I want to censor myself but I feel when I do that I am leaving out huge parts of my experience and it's just not as fun... Like staying in hostels.. Eli Roth is a liar because it's nothing like the movies... Wanna know the scariest thing about hostels? If you've ever lived in a dorm or had a roommate then I'm sure you've experienced others having sex in front of you and it gets to a point where yes, it's awkward but it's no big deal lol... In hostels people are usually far away from home and if you can't get it when you need it then you just stop looking for a partner... Are you catching my drift? Do you all know now what I heard in the shower next to me this morning? Oh yes... Solo sex. Whenever I hear someone getting some from someone or themselves I want to high five them but it just doesn't seem appropriate.
So, this is most of my experiences in Madrid... I feel like I've been very open and frankly, I don't give a shit. If Europe has taught me one thing it's never be afraid of who you are. The beginning of every trip and new place is hard but I let my guard down and I've had the time of my life... Dirty Dancing style. I'm learning a lot about myself and my life in general. I've met some amazing people along the way as well. Spain is an awesome place. The food is great, the weather was warm and the people were genuine. I'll miss it.
Adios España ...
Anywho, it would be a lot easier to get through the anxiety of this trip if I was drunk all the time but I think then I would maybe develop a problem and I need to come back from Europe with souvenirs not a drinking problem... Speaking of souvenirs it is so hard to get anyone presents here everything is just so tacky. I want something authentic and I don't mean a soccer scarf. I don't fucking care that I am in Europe it's still called soccer.
Ok, let's move on.. To finish out day three this is what happened... I went to the Prado Museum which was the number one thing I wanted to do in Madrid it's pretty much the entire reason I picked Madrid as one of the cities I was going to travel to... If you like art it's awesome but if you like Spanish artists it's fucking amazing. If you like Goya or Velázquez then forget about it, it's life changing. Velázquez has this painting Las Meninas that I spent hours in art history classes discussing and analyzing over and over again. Seeing it in a book you're thinking oh, this is really cool I like this painting, blah blah. Seeing it in person was ridiculous you're like he fucking touched this, this is real. I pretty much wanted to cry. I guess it would have been equivalent to a guy getting a boner. I don't know this just sounds like I am a dork for art but whatever. Plus, it was free so it was hands down the best thing I have ever done in my entire life for free. You have to wait in this line hundreds of people long but it moves very fast and there is just so much to see but, the Prado gift shop sucked ass. So they need to work on that there.
After the Prado I went back to the hostel for a few to just relax and gather my thoughts from the entire day. Whenever I have a second to myself my mind just starts racing. I'm an over thinker as it is but being alone in a foreign country and sitting alone with just your thoughts is a scary thing. Your mind starts to go places and you can pretty much just talk yourself in to an anxiety attack. It's better to just pack your days with so much to the point where you don't even have a moment to take a breather. But, unfortunately Madrid isn't that big of a city and you can see everything in about three days so trying to spread that out over six and a half is tough.
For some reason I thought that going to Europe for one month by myself was going to be no big deal. I usually make friends really easily and I was just so optimistic and ready for it that I thought I was somehow going to go through this entire month without one negative or lonely thought. Before I left everyone was like are you sure? Are you sure you wanna do this all alone? I was like oh yeah, of course. I don't want to have to answer to anyone or do everything that the other person wants to do blah blah. Being by yourself you start to realize things about yourself and just everything that you never did before. And then I'm just like, alrightttt I'm over this. But whenever I feel overwhelmed or homesick I just have to chill out for a minute and say, Korilee shut up! You're in Europe! Do you know how many people would die to be doing this? Do you realize how jealous you're making people? Life could be so much worse right now. I could be stuck on that deserted island watching repeats of CSI Miami and even though I love David Caruso and his sunglasses, Europe is better. I just think spending any significant time alone with yourself you really start to understand who you are and what you want and even though having such clear thoughts about everything is great it's kind of scary. Plus being in cultures completely different from home and the US as a whole makes you start to realize what you are grateful for and what you wish was different in your life. I think I need to start living in the moment more. I need to take more risks and be less cautious with my life. I don't want to wake up twenty years from now and be at a dead end job or single or have the feeling as if I never explored. It's just better to do things that scare the shit out of you than to wake up every day with regrets....
So, day four what did I do? I woke up here and ate breakfast.. Which by the way has apparently been very difficult for me. I am in Spain I want to be eating and drinking constantly. Madrid is a party city but it's like I have no appetite. But anyway... Day four.. I traveled over to the center of town to start out my day and met my friend Ashley who I went to college with in San Francisco. It was really nice to see a familiar face and to catch up with a friend I haven't seen in awhile. Since I had pretty much done all of the touristy things she took me around to do more local things. We started walking and we got caught up in this uhhh I don't know I want to call it a parade but it was odd. It was with all the fire fighters and the signs were all very negative speaking of Hell and skeletons. I do not know but I am pretty sure every fire fighter from Madrid was walking in this thing so if there was a fire the city would have been straight up fucked and burned to the ground... Then we traveled to umm El Tigre? Something like that. It's a tapas place where you order a drink and you get a plate of free tapas.. It was a good time... The rest of the afternoon we just spent walking around parts of the city I never would have explored on my own which I thought was really cool as well... It's always nice to go to a city and get tips or explore with any of the locals because it's nice to do the normal thing and take a break from being a tourist.
OK so the thing about this bloggy is that I try to write a little every day so I can remember so most of this writing is from before I went out on Sunday night... Oh, Sunday night. I wish you guys could have seen it.. We all decided to go out as a big group because it was a lot of peoples last night. First I went out for Paella with some of the girls which was amazing! It was so good. I need to learn how to make it. Had a few drinks at that place which is where I met those scary looking guys that I posted a picture of... Yikes! They were awesome though... Anyway we came back to the hostel for some beers and sangria and before I knew it I was half in the bag. At this point we were all out of alcohol and you can't buy alcohol in the stores past a certain time so you have to go out on the street, look for a Chinese guy ans he will sell you beers... Weird but it always works.. There's always people out on the street with flyers with drink deals trying to get you to come to their place so we followed a few and then we finally found a good deal. We get in to the place for free and we all get a free shot... We tell them there is about ten of us and we couldn't find the others so that's when you take advantage and take four for yourself... I don't want to do it, I don't want to say it but I wouldn't have been surprised if the shots were absinthe. They were glowing green and they didn't taste like a margarita or a mojito and before I knew it I was the only one on the stage dancing. I'm talking out of control. Probably some of the best dancing you've ever seen in your whole life. It was like I had no control over my own body and I just kept on going. I couldn't be stopped. The crowd was going wild. People were taking pictures and videos and shaking my hand like I was some sort of celebrity. Some guy even put ten euros in my shirt but apparently took it back later. After the show I put on I was ready to go back to the hostel. On my way back I just let loose. I suddenly decided I didn't care and started speaking in Spanish to all the locals without a problem. Except for when I accidentally told some guy I didn't like him but whatevs. As soon as I got back to the hostel and sat down I realized I was going to need a wheel chair and a neck brace. I was danced out! I passed right out. Woke up for breakfast and then took a little siesta.
Last night I ended up going to Reina Sofia Museum... I'm about to get an art boner again just to let you know... Anywho... This museum is mostly modern art. So, it's a lot of shit just thrown together and you keep wondering how it's really art. But they have a whole room of Dali paintings and a huge area of Picasso's work. All I wanted to do was see Guernica. And unlike the Prado I got to take pictures of a lot of the artwork. They also had this really cool exhibit that some guy did where he took the front page of newspapers all around the world from 9/11.. As an American and dealing with September 11th as a country it was weird to see how other countries responded on all of it. I don't know, it was a weird feeling. Powerful shit.
Last night was a good night though... A big group of us ate together, it was nice and instead of going out we just talked... Good times.
When I write this bloggy I want to censor myself but I feel when I do that I am leaving out huge parts of my experience and it's just not as fun... Like staying in hostels.. Eli Roth is a liar because it's nothing like the movies... Wanna know the scariest thing about hostels? If you've ever lived in a dorm or had a roommate then I'm sure you've experienced others having sex in front of you and it gets to a point where yes, it's awkward but it's no big deal lol... In hostels people are usually far away from home and if you can't get it when you need it then you just stop looking for a partner... Are you catching my drift? Do you all know now what I heard in the shower next to me this morning? Oh yes... Solo sex. Whenever I hear someone getting some from someone or themselves I want to high five them but it just doesn't seem appropriate.
So, this is most of my experiences in Madrid... I feel like I've been very open and frankly, I don't give a shit. If Europe has taught me one thing it's never be afraid of who you are. The beginning of every trip and new place is hard but I let my guard down and I've had the time of my life... Dirty Dancing style. I'm learning a lot about myself and my life in general. I've met some amazing people along the way as well. Spain is an awesome place. The food is great, the weather was warm and the people were genuine. I'll miss it.
Adios España ...
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