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Madrid
THATīS BULL!
Madrid, packed with people running around Sol, the old center of town, is
famous for its bullfights, nightlife and museums. If you visit Madrid
over the weekend you can pack a lot in: Saturday, visit museums by day, dance
at night; Sunday, visit the flea market by day, see a bullfight at night.
BULLFIGHT. Just like we watch da Bulls on Sunday night,
Madrideans also watch the bulls on Sunday nights, except difference is, the
bulls always lose. I head over to the Plaza de Ventas to see
the classic battle of man vs. animal, which amped up Hemingway so much he wrote
about it. Bullfighting is kinda like wrestling, you love it or hate it.
So to see what itīs all about, I go. (7-25+ depending on where you sit)

The way the bullfight works: there are 6 matador vs. bullfights over 2.5
hours, kinda like a baseball game with 6 innings. At the start of each
inning, a different bull charges into the ring. First, he chases the five
or six matador assistants around which tires him out. Second, this pikesman on a horse (armored and blindfolded so he doesnīt freak) lances the bull
in the back to weaken him. Third, the matador assistants stab the bull in
the back with these long feathered darts (like three times as long as those
lawn darts you used to play with at picnics). Finally, the matador comes
out and waves the famous red cape. The audience cheers if the matador
exposes his side or back to the bull as it charges the cape. Too bad the
bull doesnīt realize heīd have more fun if he charged at the matador instead
of the cape, but oh well. After doing several artistic charges and dodges
(to up the score if this were an Olympic sport), the matador gets out a sword
and stabs the tired bull in the back, killing it.
NIGHT LIFE: Madrid is known as one
of the places to party in Europe. Unfortunately, that means a lot of tourists
flock to dance at the clubs, which get going at 2 am and run til sunrise.
I catch a nap and wake up at 2 am to check out 3-level Joy (15) which the Letīs
Go guide gives a thumbs up. But when I get there, the plaid shirts
and molasses dance moves tells me itīs all tourists here. So I ditch and
head next door to this club Palace, which was recommended by Karla, a fellow
traveler I met in Munich. The Palace (15) is cool cause it literally
looks like some palace museum youīd see on a tour, with paintings, fancy
furniture, and drapes -- except you can dance and drink in this one.
Three rooms crank Spanish, house and 80s pop which tells me itīs another
tourist trap, but itīs got a better vibe. After clubbing, I grab some churros
con chocolate - churros you dip in a bowl of chocolate - at the nearby
chocolateria, open from 6 pm - 7 am for clubbers with the munchies.
FOOD: For Spanish food, forget
Taco Bell (Mexican)- itīs more Subway. These little bocadillo, like
small subway ham and cheese sandwiches are everywhere. Paella and tapas
are also key. At my hostel, I meet up with Bart, from Idaho, and we agree itīs high time we a) practice our English
cause weīre way too fluent in really broken Spanish, and b) eat tapas. We
randomly meet this Madrid native Mariana cuz Bart spots out her boyfriendīs U
of Idaho sweatshirt, and Mariana recommend some tapas bars.

El Rastro (Flea Market). Saturday
morning I head over to the flea market, where you can buy everything from cheap
clothes to antiques. Itīs packed with locals so the pickings are
good, just watch out for the pickpockets cause youīre pressed up against a sea
of bargain shoppers. I buy an antique old bell and skeleton key.
I take a break from city life and hop a flight
to Ibiza
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A street performe entertains the tourists
and locals near Plaza Mayor.

Bart and I blindly pick off tapas from
the Spanish-only menu, and I think we did good. Clockwise from
far left: thatīs pork in tomato sauce, ham with paprikia, mushrooms
in sausage and better, a roll, and fried calamari.
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