"They call me Shitface since I visited that place. I don't know why, since I have no eyes."
So! Got the pictures from the whole Madrid thing just yesterday - so cue absolutely uninteresting picspam in which you may search for anything of any remote cultural value, but you can’t hope to find it, for I was pleased to be a camera whore for a few days there.
These days were really swell. Merju took most of these - all directly snatched from her camera. The good ones are hers. We took lots more photos, but these were the best ones, or the prettiest ones, or the ones in which I don’t look *that* much like I have been smoking incense, so you guys will have to deal with it.
So, without further ado, I present:
THE FOUR DAYS OF MADRIDISM AND WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER EVER DREAM OF FOLLOWING SUIT
This was the first photo we (or well, I) took, back when we had lots of battery and everything was swell. After a few hours of travelling non-stop, we stopped at a gas station, where we could buy cookies and Kit Kats and even more snacks than we already had. Or steal them (although I didn’t because I’m such an angel). I seem to remember being in midst of typing a “oh gosh I’m so bored” text for Ayla when I took it, and right afterwards
got this one taken back because I just needed to be there. Girlie at the right is Aïna, and I lurrve her psychotic ways.
Meet me, Drew, Jaydee, Merju and Lopez, at a small park in Soria. From left to right, incidentally. I was feeling so hyper and <3. We stopped here to have lunch, it was when we realised that people started to throw us odd looks when they heard we spoke Catalan, and that we were in fact pretty far from home, and it lead to some moments of awesomeness.
I really like this one. Especially the fact that only two are looking at the camera, and the WTF faces. It really sets the mood for the rest of the trip.
Montse at the park. Not one of my best, no.
That’s the best thing evar right there. It’s the old, worn out elm which Machado wrote about in one of his most famous poems, and it’s the main reason why Soria is not ignored by everyone.
AND `TIS THE POEM, THAT IT IS. Rather cute as well. Our Literature professor read it to us there and everyone was liek w00t.
Oh right no that is the *other* reason why not everyone hates Soria. Machado’s wife buried in the cemetery there. Right.
Drew and Jaydee huddle up under an umbrella. I don’t have one so I limit to film them and inform them that they’re going to Hell while Soria spits on me.
The cathedral where we took shelter while the driver took his time to get off his fat ass, stop wanking to his sister’s belly and come pick us up. No grudges there, no sir.
Drew and Merju being hobos. I remind them of this constantly.
Back on the road, I was so worried the rain would kill my R+ jacket. Which is why I thumped it in the form of a mighty photo while Merju tore her boyfriend a new one on the phone.
WHATCHA LOOKIN´ AT YA FANNY (I still had KitKats that day.)
Next stop, Segovia. The aqueduct is beautiful, it’s a great city. It was the only place 100% nice to us in the sense that it didn’t rain and there were cool R+ stuffs in a very small music shop. I briefly considered buying a nifty Rosenrot one, when I realized that I don’t know the shirt number of the person I wanted to buy it for, and that there would sure be better things at Madrid.
…sometimes I regret that.
Taken from the castle of Segovia. Nice views. That square you see there is where I saw this boy who had “RAMMSTEIN” written on big tippex letters on his schoolbag, who smiled at me and my aforementioned Keine Lust jacket. Aww.
Around this point, we started toying about with her camera in the castle, while Jaydee and Drew explored a nearby geeky stuff store, or their sexuality, or some shit.
[Merju: SEPIA! SEPIA!
Salem: …do we *have* to?]
Later on, at the youth hostel of horrors,
Nobody was best pleased.
Ariadna, whom I <3, being herself.
Sorting my SRS BUSINESS (IE kit kats) out.
Always look on the bright side of life, although the hostel manager has threatened to come fuck you up, or the beds are falling into pieces.
That night was not the least horrible thing ever, but at least *I* didn’t catch a cold. Ha ha @ Mer and the first time she’s caught one since we met eachother. Ha ha.
Segovia, the world and my bag at 7 AM. Yes this was completely necessary.
Toledo! So beautiful, after the horrors of Hostel. Everything looked better after a couple hours of sleep really.
Somebody had stolen this hat earlier. I can’t remember exactly where we were, but I can remember the whole save me pls feeling.
Toledo from afar…
“Why God Why”
Pissed off!Merju while we were in cue to see El entierro del conde de Orgaz, quite the famous painting, although we weren’t allowed to take pictures inside the place and it sucked.
Someday I’ll kill someone dressing like that.
So we gave up, stopped being idiot goths and decided to put those nifty 100 euros to some use.
We bought an umbrella.
And the world was well again.
The cathedral of Toledo, our class’ oh-so-controversial special place where we ended up more often than not after walking a thousand circles.
During one of said circles, Drew wanted to go Samara Morgan on the world because he couldn’t afford something of Lord of the Rings geek nature.
During another of said circles, I decided I love my country before breaking into spontaneous French national anthem in midst of the place.
BUT BUT BUT the best was yet to come, for somebody had a squeeing Salem going squeey at the following sight:
…It was upon seeing that rides were 10 euros/5 minutes that I decided I am definitely going back to Toledo someday. But at least it had me grinning silly for ages.
YO YO we don’t have much to do while we wait for everyone else, lazy bastards they all are.
EMO GRRRL H8S THE WORLD
We went to have lunch afterwards `cause we’re cool like that.
I can’t believe it’s not Casino Royale.
And the hotel. Oh, the hotel, and how wonderful it was after that thing we had been sleeping in the last night. And it actually had decent food, and you could take warm showers, and watch House MD in German, and it was sexy.
Merju and Drew are to blame for that. Except for the horrible flash. That was me.
There are also pictures of us sucking bottle but let’s face it…no.
Third day…ah, the third day. And we were so happy after a good night’s sleep, and cheerful because at last! At last we were going to Madrid.
It’s the photo of happiness. It makes me warm and fuzzy inside.
The door of Alcalá! Also the last photo I took before my battery ran out and I had to console myself with the last Kit Kat. RIP.
The Station of Atocha (can’t believe it’s not the botanical garden), where we bounced around for a bit before heading out to the small sculpture-ish building in memory of the March 11th tragedy. I’m up to my arse about that, but empathizing a bit isn’t bad, and it was very quiet in there.
Long cylinder of multilinguism.
You can see me, Jaydee and Drew there trying to figure out what the sentences in German said, and poking fun at some misspellings in the Catalan ones. God, we’re horrible.
Our Literature professor took this photo. I…can’t say much else.
The Plaza Mayor, where we were let on the loose afterwards for an hour.
The Plaza del Sol (not to be confused by the Plaza Mayor), where I adventured by myself to meet my uncle, buy food, hang around Goth shops and generally be a spoiled kiddy. Oh, and also…
KM 0, the point from which absolutely all kilometres in Spain are counted.
…yeah well it sounds important to *me*.
Julia and Alba, also my hotel room buddies.
Danae and that girl from the other class.
Me being a sad nerd with the stolen hat, on the way to the restaurant where we would have dinner. The sad part is that I love this picture.
Alles is gut! (Aka LOOK WHAT MAY UNCLE BOUGHT MEEEY ;DDDD)
MERSHOO toying about with something somebody bought somewhere. I think it was actually Drew’s chibi replica of the aforementioned sword.
It would have been the perfect evening weren’t it for me getting accidentally locked out in the hotel room. Mer took this picture of some guy’s butt as a reminder.
I went to sleep at about 4 AM after watching bad TV shows at Jaydee’s room and inventing the Gayest Dance Ever ™ to the tune of Lucky by Lucky Twice.
And finally - DAY 4 WE WERE FREE TO GO OMG-
The Royal Palace.
Such a shiny building really.
I do not know what I said that got such an answer as that nerdy pose. Luckily there was my Literature professor to save us…
…and throw all the weird looks.
Furthermore, it was around this point that the battery for Mer’s camera also died, but luckily we have the best picture ever to make up for it and sum up the mood of all that followed.
Madrid. Ah, Madrid.
God that was long. I’m off to sleep now TTYL KTHXBY.