Exploring DT Madrid: Botanical Gardens and Retiro Park
I mean, do what you want. But I already tried it and it didn’t turn out so great. J-walk. You know when you’re in California and you see the crosswalk like 10 feet away and you’re like…”Yeah that’s way too far, I’m just gonna do me.” Well, do that in Spain and it’s like an unspoken death wish. You see, in California, while you’re doing you the car speeding towards you is like, “Stupid j-walker. Whatever I understand,” and will stop. In Spain, the driver sees you and is like “Stupid j-walker. Ten points,” AND THEN SPEEDS UP. If you’re lucky, they will come to a screeching halt approximately one centimeter from your now-paralyzed-with-fear body. If you aren’t lucky, you die.
How to score a sandwich in Madrid.
(If you don’t want to know, don’t read it.)
I just got back from church and I almost fell asleep like five times. I’m exhausted. Last night was wild. I wanted to meet up with a friend of mine from Newport who has been living in Madrid since September. He gave me directions, and told me to take the metro. So, about California people and public transportation…it’s sort of like a foreign language. I was super nervous because I didn’t want to get lost, but at the same time I figured if everyone was saying it was easy I better be able to figure it out.
Sitting on the metro. I hope I’m on the right one. I didn’t want to carry my journal and regretting it because now I have to use my iphone as a notetaker. This would be a perfect time to write.
Tonight is my second night in Madrid and first night alone in Spain. I’m not nervous. My Spanish is better than I thought it was; it’s just the different accent and rapid speaking that makes me second guess all of my responses. That will get easier.
Getting here was easier than getting to Italy or Brazil. It’s just a 5-hour to Jersey and a 6.5-hour from there. The hard part is the jetlag but I’m hoping that will be fine by tomorrow. I lost my phone charger somewhere in NJ. I was distracted.
9:00 AM, Italy Time
My nutella trick didn’t work. WTH. I still can’t believe that. I need to work on my booby trap skills.
So after getting back I fell “asleep.” I woke up at 6 in Naples, then at 7 we got to Termini station in Rome. I ate a muffin and proceeded to run to the Leonardo Express. It was way easier than arriving. At least my Italian can get me directions now.