Had a weird train ride this afternoon. I was reading a New Yorker article about Paul McCartney and the Beatles. I´m always in awe of talented artists. I started to think about how I fantasize a little too much about being some amazing artist. Perhaps that´s part of the reason for wandering the planet for inspiration. I started to lament about what I´m actually good at in life. I´m proud of the work I´ve done but I don´t know if I will be able to reach the heights of greatness of those I admire. So much turmoil for a quiet train ride through the countryside. I think food and sleep deprivation was making me moody.
I made it to Madrid and checked into one of the worst hostels yet, Huespedes Amanda II. At least it´s near the art museums I´ll be checking out tomorrow. I went over to the Plaza de Toros thinking maybe I could score a ticket to a bullfight this weekend. I ended up grabbing a cheap ticket for a fight this afternoon. I know this will upset some people but it was a cultural experience I had to see for myself. Since I kind of spontaneously ended up going, I didn´t have time to research what would happen there. It seemed pretty pointless and cruel. I would have regretted going if I hadn´t met this super cute Brazilian girl with very pretty green eyes. By the sixth killing of a bull, I was a bit desensitized to the whole thing.
Wiki's Bullfighting Article
YouTube
Speaking of beautiful girls, I saw a ridiculously beautiful Spanish girl on the metro on the way to the fight. Unfortunately, she got off a few stops before me. Twas not meant to be.
Haven´t really met anyone in Madrid yet to check out the nightlife that came so highly recommended. So I´m going to rest up and do some gallery hopping tomorrow. Picasso´s Guernica is supposed to be incredible.
Nice blog...Tony...I have a story which I must share. The other day, I was walking to class and I noticed there was this girl sitting eating with plates full of food and soda drinks. I sat down for a while. Her friend came a little later. I was exhausted, to say the least (so, I just sat there for awhile). Turned out she is from Colchester. What is the odd of that, huh? She told me her name and her friend name. But, I completely forgot what their names were. Memory lost, I supposed.
Wow! Was that in California? Colchester, my home away from California.
Your characteristics of self-reflection and self-absorbance are skills of their own. Luckily for you, people are interested on what goes on inside Tony's head. Count your blessings that you are important to so many people! Not everyone shares the same fortune... peace-Donovan