I´m in Madrid. Sorry for the uninspired title, but that basically sums it up right now.
Five minutes outside of Madrid (after an exceedingly long bus ride from Valencia on the eastern coast, during which we would take purely arbitrary stops just to kill time) I realized I had pinkeye, which is a damn shame when you´re about to meet the mother of the family you´´re going to spend five months with.
I´m not exaggerating, I really did have pinkeye, turns out it was allergic pink eye, thank you WebMD for empowering me to make an irresponsible self¡-diagnosis. Anyway, I´ve been in Capital City since Wednesday and last night and tonight finally managed to venture out and see what this place is all about.
Can´t quite some it up yet since I don´t feel like I´ve really thrust myself headfirst into the experience of the city. We spent a couple nights drinkingm barhopping, and dancing, in other words not drastically different from what people in New York City do, except you can buy FinkBrau for a euro on the street (along with sketchy sandwhiches if you so desire.) Ah, FinkBrau beer. It´s about as good as it sounds.
Supposedly Madrid has 100,000 bars, about 100 people for every bar, which really puts NYC to shame, and despite the fact that they close at 3 (discotecas remain open and oh yeah, we do call em discotecas, holla Detur), the madileño appetite for la vida nocturna is seemingly insatiable.
An interesting quirk of the nightlife is that the Metro closes at 2 but reopens at 6, forcing you to stay out til then or cab it, or decode the confusing, language-barriered nighttime bus system, or walk it. But it´s costly to stay out til 6 )FinkBrau nonwithstanding).
Madrid apparently puts NYC to shame however, with its liberated lifestyle. Without a ubiquitious polcie force, silly quality of life rules, and overly fetishized law-and-order mentality, the people here do as they please, without getting in each other´s way, and without the need for paternalistic law enforcement to look after them at every turn. But disregard the cynical note. Here´s to everybody´s semester, those far from home and those close to night, that we may all return to the same place having enjoyed our young lives to the fullest.
I´m not exaggerating, I really did have pinkeye, turns out it was allergic pink eye, thank you WebMD for empowering me to make an irresponsible self¡-diagnosis. Anyway, I´ve been in Capital City since Wednesday and last night and tonight finally managed to venture out and see what this place is all about.
Can´t quite some it up yet since I don´t feel like I´ve really thrust myself headfirst into the experience of the city. We spent a couple nights drinkingm barhopping, and dancing, in other words not drastically different from what people in New York City do, except you can buy FinkBrau for a euro on the street (along with sketchy sandwhiches if you so desire.) Ah, FinkBrau beer. It´s about as good as it sounds.
Supposedly Madrid has 100,000 bars, about 100 people for every bar, which really puts NYC to shame, and despite the fact that they close at 3 (discotecas remain open and oh yeah, we do call em discotecas, holla Detur), the madileño appetite for la vida nocturna is seemingly insatiable.
An interesting quirk of the nightlife is that the Metro closes at 2 but reopens at 6, forcing you to stay out til then or cab it, or decode the confusing, language-barriered nighttime bus system, or walk it. But it´s costly to stay out til 6 )FinkBrau nonwithstanding).
Madrid apparently puts NYC to shame however, with its liberated lifestyle. Without a ubiquitious polcie force, silly quality of life rules, and overly fetishized law-and-order mentality, the people here do as they please, without getting in each other´s way, and without the need for paternalistic law enforcement to look after them at every turn. But disregard the cynical note. Here´s to everybody´s semester, those far from home and those close to night, that we may all return to the same place having enjoyed our young lives to the fullest.
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