“I am crazy. I’m having the time of my life in EUROPE & I’m writing about a stupid boy…”
¡Adiós chicos, hola Madrid!
Putting the perpetual boy thoughts aside, I took up writing about my actual first experiences in Spain. After two and a half days in this magnificent city, I wrote, “it feels like we have been here for a month.” The day we arrived in Madrid we took a bus tour of the city and it was a great way to see all of the major landmarks in a short time. We didn’t get out of the bus, but instead we were site-seeing through the windows. It ended up being a unique perspective to experience the city from for the first time as well as a blessing because there were intermittent rain showers that day.
When we got back from the bus tour, we were starving so we went out to our very first dinner in Spain. I still remember the restaurant we chose to go to vividly. It’s funny the things our brain can remember and the memories that make a lasting impact on us. The food in Madrid fue INCRÉIBLE! It quickly became clear that I had a palate for Spanish food. It would be impossible to write about all of the tapas we ordered but just know that 99% of them were delicious throughout our whole time in Spain.
Ashley and I ate more than ten different types of meat in two days – pretty neat. We tried
anything & everything new and different to us and so far we had not been disappointed. The worst thing I ate was torro…which is bull in Spanish. I had to spit it out – that’s how much I did not like it! But, of course, this is my personal taste buds & many people in Spain enjoy this delicacy. The best thing I ate up to this point…hm…there was so much I did like. I really enjoyed these little potatoes with this special sauce in them (pretty sure they were called papitas). But honestly, I enjoyed almost all of the food I ate! Oh and the foie……YUM. This is a must-order in Spain. Yes, it is goose liver but it is incredibly delicious.
I despise the taste of alcohol but I tried the red and pink wine with my friend Ashley. Needless to say, I hated both of them. Alcohol is not for me.
After dinner, we went back to the hotel to get some much needed rest. I remember arriving at our hotel and being extremely surprised by the extravagance of it. I had this perception that our standard of living was going to decrease dramatically. This was thanks to the fact that at our pre-study abroad meetings they basically engrained in our brains that Spain is very different from America and that we should not expect the same comforts we experience at home – even warning us that we would probably not have hot running water or air conditioning in our home-stays.
Well, lemme tell ya, this hotel far outreached my expectations. It felt like we were staying in a classy resort. My first perception of Spain was that it was not entirely different from America, but I also realized that this was because we were in a big city. Big cities in Europe usually possess similar, westernized options that retain the comforts from home – no doubt to make travelers feel comfortable. I learned this quickly.