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Cities
Toronto
San Fran
Las Vegas
Catalina
Ensenada
Anchorage
Tokyo
Beijing
Cairo       
3/19
Petra        3/23
Prague    
3/28
Munich    
4/2
Madrid 
      4/6
Ibiza       
4/8
Morocco    4/8
Barcelona
4/13
Rome      
4/18
Athens    
5/1
Helsinki   
5/9
Stockhlm 
5/15
Oslo        
5/21
Dublin     
5/27
Edinburgh
6/3
London    
6/9
Paris       
6/16
New York 
6/25
L.A.          6/27

Wonders
CN Tower
Niagara Falls
Golden Gate
Mt. Fuji
Great Wall
Grand Canyon
Hoover Dam

Pyramids
Petra
Colosseum
Leaning Tower
Parthenon
Stonehenge
Big Ben
The Chunnel
Eiffel Tower
Mt. St.Michel
Empire St Bld

Landmarks
Alaska glacier
Tokyo Tower
Forbidden City
Sum'r Palace
LaBufadora
Bilbao Museo
BlarneyStone
Disney Paris

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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