Holla Torro!

HOLA!!!
It has been quite some time since I have blogged, and I am kicking myself because this has really been an exciting 2 weeks...Our Spain was certainly action packed. My train to Madrid was eh...I got to Paris alright, but the night train was such an epic adventure. I spent a majority of the ride drinking with a guy from Iraq and a guy from London at the train bar. It was so hot in my sleeping car, so I just laid in bed for most of the trip. My train into Madrid also sucked. It was two hours late, so Steve had to wait there forever. He picked me up, and it was so nice to be off the train. After dropping my stuff off, I met Steve's roomates and we went on a small walking tour of Sol and the Royal Palace. It was not as good as Versailles, but still incredibly beautiful. I actually loved Madrid. Steve sent me on my way to my hostel, but after getting horribly lost, the girls found me wandering the streets of Sol. We ciesta'd back at the hostel, which actually became the theme of the trip. That night, we went on a tapas and pub tour in Madrid. We got so drunk, so quickly, and had to call it an early evening. But hey, it was vacation. The next day we went on a walking tour of the city, which was beautiful. I got some great pictures. Later that night, Steve and I went to wonderful dinner and then met the girls to go out to Kapitol. At our first bar, Le Tigre, I got a rum and coke, which took way too much effort to get...
"Rum y coke"
"Que"
"Rum y coca cola, por favor!"
So yeah, my Spanish sucked balls. Steve and I had an interesting night. We got "lost" and never made it to the club. Instead, we found ourselves in a park somewhere in Madrid, strapping on sandals.
On Sunday, we went to the Rosey Sophia, and saw Guernica by Picasso. Steve and I went to a bull fighting show, which was such a cultural experience. It is like going to a Sox game. Its very ritualistic and beautiful, but unlike anything you have ever seen in the States. We had to go after they killed the 3rd or 4th bull. We took it easy Sunday night, and I left with the girls on Monday morning. Madrid was by far one of my favorite places in Europe.
Valencia....eh. The highlight of this trip was the Aussie. We met some cool Germans in the hostel too...they never stopped smoking pot. Valencia rained and rained. Some highlights...daily bottles of wine, our picnic on the beach, the City of Arts and Sciences, the walking tour, and a flamenco show. Oh, Eva and I had a shower party too. We ciestad so harcore in Valencia.
"Is that a snake"
"No, its a plant"
"Jeeze guys chill, its just my bulge"
Barcelona was also wonderful. I got to stay in a room with some of Steve's friends. They were all great too. The temple of the Sacred Family is so incredible. It will probably be done by the time I am 80 yrs old. We made dinner on Friday night and then got dressed for Halloween. I wore my lederhosen! We hit this really cool shot bar, and took fire shots...so intense. We also went to a great club called Catwalk. I chilled with Steven and had a really really fun night. On Saturday, we went to the Goudi park. Steve and I had a photoshoot, and we walked around for a couple hours. Their is some of the coolest artwork and architecture there I have seen in awhile. We all went out for an awesome awesome dinner that night at Port Velle. I will never, NEVER, take a shot out of a straw again. The Stock market bar, La Bolsa, was also pretty rad. The beer is priced by a market system, so prices fluctuate all night. Market crashes at midnight!!! On Sunday, Steve and I hit up the Picasso museum, the Erotic Museum, some shopping, and then we fixed my train ticket. My train ride home was so much better. Besides being four hours late, I met a young guy from Paris and a mother and son from LA, and we sat and drank wine all night. My return was bitter sweet...
Being with Steve in Spain made me so homesick. Everything in life right now is very much up in the air. I have one month and a half left, so I feel very much like I am in a limbo state. I want to get to know Leuven and Brussels better too. That is one regret I have right now. Vacationing is hard...I already need another one!