Fireworks in Valencia and Mogwai in Madrid
Taking trains in Spain sucks, because you have to pay for the seat reservation as well as the ticket, so even wih my Eurail pass I had to shell out a bunch of euro to get to Valencia. It's a really pretty town, and good god, it has the most beautiful women I saw anywhere on my travels.
At the hostel we met a bunch of cool people who were to live in Valencia for the next 6-12 months studying. While we hung out with them on the balcony a the back of the hostel there was what we assume was military weddings going on at some kind of army-associated church (the Ministry of Defence, perhaps, haha teehee) across the road from the hostel. Occasionally our conversation would be completely derailed by the terrifying thunder of firecrackers, which echoed through the concrete cavern we were in like gunfire (which Nick is convinced it was, but I know better). The final salvo came with fireworks, which are always fun.
In particular we hung out with two girls from Brussels who had met there and were moving in together. They were quite a pair: one, Saar, was a stereotypical daddy's sheltered little princess, and the other, whose name I cannot recall, was a cynical, sarcastic angry girl who dressed in black and often rolled her eyes at things Saar would say, and who wanted to be a linguist and a translator.
They were Flemish, so of course I pulled out my "Roken is dodelijk" tobacco packet and spoke about how much I love Dutch. Angry girl was shocked at this, and said that Dutch is one of the ugliest languages she knows, especially the way the Dutch speak it.
We went out for dinner with them, determined to get tappis, which is a class of dishes that I gather are supposed to be served with your beer at tappis bars. We had a hard time finding a place that wasn't packed, and Saar suggested that we could just get "American fat burger", but eventually we found a table. Nick and I agree that it was one of the best meals we'd had on our trip: amongst other things, we both got a plate of that calamari that's just whole little octopi. Yummy!
Then we went with a group of people to hang out in a public square and buy cheap beers and hash off sexy anarchists and watch the improbably large number of gorgeous girls walk past.
The next day we left for Madrid, and I had to buy a first class ticket to get there on time. When I got to Madrid a bird shat on me. Nick and I had gone there to see Mogwai, and so that's what we did. I downed five shots of Absinthe and rolled a couple of joints before we left the hostel and we caught a cab to the Riviera. The venue was pretty cool, and big, and I managed to get my water bottle in there easily, which is handy.
I had expected not to be too into the gig, cos I don't have the attention span for post rock these days, but I had forgotten the incredibly experience-enhancing effect of my beautiful green lady... um, green ladies, in fact. Nick and I were disappointed that they only played one song off Rock Action, and that it was not Take Me Somewhere Nice, but we both had fucking awesome time. The light show was great, and even when they made feedbacky droney noise for 10 minutes they had me captivated.
After the show we walked home, which was a really long way to walk, and hilly. It was good to see the city, though, because it was the only time we were going to spend there.
And that was Spain. Me gusta.
At the hostel we met a bunch of cool people who were to live in Valencia for the next 6-12 months studying. While we hung out with them on the balcony a the back of the hostel there was what we assume was military weddings going on at some kind of army-associated church (the Ministry of Defence, perhaps, haha teehee) across the road from the hostel. Occasionally our conversation would be completely derailed by the terrifying thunder of firecrackers, which echoed through the concrete cavern we were in like gunfire (which Nick is convinced it was, but I know better). The final salvo came with fireworks, which are always fun.
In particular we hung out with two girls from Brussels who had met there and were moving in together. They were quite a pair: one, Saar, was a stereotypical daddy's sheltered little princess, and the other, whose name I cannot recall, was a cynical, sarcastic angry girl who dressed in black and often rolled her eyes at things Saar would say, and who wanted to be a linguist and a translator.
They were Flemish, so of course I pulled out my "Roken is dodelijk" tobacco packet and spoke about how much I love Dutch. Angry girl was shocked at this, and said that Dutch is one of the ugliest languages she knows, especially the way the Dutch speak it.
We went out for dinner with them, determined to get tappis, which is a class of dishes that I gather are supposed to be served with your beer at tappis bars. We had a hard time finding a place that wasn't packed, and Saar suggested that we could just get "American fat burger", but eventually we found a table. Nick and I agree that it was one of the best meals we'd had on our trip: amongst other things, we both got a plate of that calamari that's just whole little octopi. Yummy!
Then we went with a group of people to hang out in a public square and buy cheap beers and hash off sexy anarchists and watch the improbably large number of gorgeous girls walk past.
The next day we left for Madrid, and I had to buy a first class ticket to get there on time. When I got to Madrid a bird shat on me. Nick and I had gone there to see Mogwai, and so that's what we did. I downed five shots of Absinthe and rolled a couple of joints before we left the hostel and we caught a cab to the Riviera. The venue was pretty cool, and big, and I managed to get my water bottle in there easily, which is handy.
I had expected not to be too into the gig, cos I don't have the attention span for post rock these days, but I had forgotten the incredibly experience-enhancing effect of my beautiful green lady... um, green ladies, in fact. Nick and I were disappointed that they only played one song off Rock Action, and that it was not Take Me Somewhere Nice, but we both had fucking awesome time. The light show was great, and even when they made feedbacky droney noise for 10 minutes they had me captivated.
After the show we walked home, which was a really long way to walk, and hilly. It was good to see the city, though, because it was the only time we were going to spend there.
And that was Spain. Me gusta.
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