madrid.

I went to Madrid this weekend. Clearly. Let's start from Friday afternoon. Evan and I show up at the bus station confused and screaming American tourist. Our Croakies and North Face packs didn't help one bit. The man behind the counter told us to go to space number 22 and wait. We had a little confusion about which bus was actually ours. We walked from 22 to 1 back to 20, where we finally got on the bus. I immediately recognized that I possess an inherent distaste for traveling in close proximity with 50 people, some of whom are unbathed, who I do not know and with whom I cannot readily communicate. But, I sucked it up and took a nap. We stopped halfway at this roadside place. I got Doritos. When we got to Madrid, we met Josh at the bus stop. However, we were worried that we wouldn't be able to find him. In America, and especially in Wake Forest, you can see that Euro style anywhere. But in the capital of Spain, we were worried he would blend right into the sea of manpris and tight AX tshirts. Thankfully, we found him, Diesel scarf and all. Oh Josh. We then headed for the Metro, where we obviously caused an American scene trying to buy tickets and figure out which stop to use. Luckily, we found our way and went to our hostel. That night was uneventful. I went home early from the bars cause I had a stomach ache, which wasn't too painful since I don't particularly enjoy bars. I was awakened at 4:30 in the morning because the hostel had double-booked the beds where the girls were supposed to stay and we were forced to improvise. After me yelling at Evan a good bit and getting angry at drunk loud American girls (unnamed), I slept on the floor in my sleeping bag, vowing to myself that I would never sleep in another hostel. The next morning, we got our money back and moved... to a new hostel. You can only imagine my excitement. We toured the city a little that day, and went to an apartment where a bunch of Wake kids live that night. It was fun getting to hang out with Wake kids in the middle of Europe. After that, we went to this massive club called Kapital. Seven stories. American hip-hop. I was thoroughly happy about it. We stayed there (and I danced with Blair! yaaaaay.) until 4:30 AM. It was freakin amazing. Then, we went home. And slept. The next day... I don't really remember. Walking around. Eating. Then, at 3, we took the bus home. I hate buses and the man behind me smelled... miserably. Ugh. But, the weekend was overall pretty good. Now back to school. Which I am sick of. And, for future reference, I will just pay 20 extra euros a night and stay in a hotel. Where I have my own room. Alone. Not with crazy foreigners who aren't weirded out by walking around naked or not showering. So there.