went to madrid this past weekend. i'm not sure how i felt about the trip overall-it was a serious whirlwind. we left london for spain at 7am, arrived in madrid around ten, entered our hostel at two, and didn't stop moving until we left sunday morning at four thirty AM. craziness. trip included trips to the reina sofia art museum to see original paintings by salvador dali and picasso, a tour of the royal palace of madrid, a flamenco show, tapas, and lots of other sightseeing. we saw the only egyptian temple not located in egypt...random but really neat. the people aren't super friendly, and were reluctant to speak english to us. i guess what i took from the trip is to have a bit more empathy for those that cant speak my language as well as i'd wish, for now i know how difficult communicating can be. i'm glad to be back in london where the language barrier is minimal.
i must admit however that the trip as a whole was exactly the way i would imagine a trip in my twenties to be like; little money, the hostel was extremely run down, we didn't shower for four days, and sleeping happened for maybe eight hours total the entire time we were there. we described the trip as a series of unfortunate events that ended up being kind of hilariously perfect.
on friday i am venturing to austria. i cannot wait to kick back and hopefully try to relax a bit. i picture myself running through rolling hills, sipping hot chocolate, and singing about pockets full of sun.
in other news, the parents visited this past week which was so much fun. it was nice to be taken care of for a few days. being a grown-up is exhausting.
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