Sundays in Madrid never feel like Sundays. They feel like… nice… they just feel nice.
This last Sunday we went to do some tourist sightseeing… Rastro (the Sunday market in Madrid), Chueca (Madrid’s gay neighbourhood) to drink some cañas, Templo de Debod (boring), Parc Oeste (boring boring), eating in Principe Pio (some sort of a mall), Retiro park – bongos, some beer and something to smoke, Palacio de Cristal, bla bla bla. The interesting part came when we went out for “botellón” in a small plaza between Malasaña and Chueca.
Botellón means drinking and smoking on the street. Julie2 joined, we were together with Guy’s brother, Owen, and his cute girlfriend, Bob. A guy from País Vasco also joined. Unfortunately I didn’t catch his name. A really interesting person. In the plaza there were many people, playing the guitar, drinking and smoking, laughing and chilling… A nice atmosphere, relaxed, nice conversations, the kind of moments that you feel that should last forever.
I don’t know why, but I can’t seem to find my words today. Might be because of Bob Dylan – Hurricane in the background, might be because I’m writing just because I have to, because I don’t want this moment to be forgotten anytime, I should have written about it that night. I need a kind of a gadget that I can carry with me all the time and write all the things that I’m too lazy to hand write.
Well… life is still good in Madrid although I don’t have a house, I’m changing apartments every week, although I’m working more, although the end is so close and it’s starting to be too hot. Madrid, you keep showing me life and I still love you for that.
