We found an awesome club called the Palacia something or other. It was an old palace that had 14 rooms, 20 foot high ceilings, totally medieval feel to it with lots of character, and characters and it didn 't shut till 6am.
The first night we thought we'd have a few beer and get to bed early. Nope, met some Spanish folk, watched one of them eat a rose for a woman...(and bleed like a stuck pig when the thorns ripped his lips open) and came home after muy vodka and beer at 4 am. Second night more of the same, but home at 6ish, and the third night we came home around 10am after having beer and eggs for brekkie...hmmm. In between the rather wild nights were days of photography, and we did get some good photo's...or so I think.
We also went to the Sofia something or other museum and checked out a bunch of exhibitions, but the Picasso and the Salvador Dali's were the best...sadly no photo's for you. There were also some really cool photo's from a bunch of individual artists. Some were pretty inspiring because they were just normal photo's but taken in such a way that they had a totally alien look to them.
My Spanish and my photography both improved muchos, I got better at playing with the light in the photo's and also at ordering food and drink in Spanish...two of the main objectives for the weekend accomplished.
We also met a whole whack of pretty cool characters, and had an awesome time...so thanks to everyone at Mad Hostel...cuz you guys made it a pretty awesome weekend!!
My British citezenship ceremony in Stirling town hall the day before Spain...I'm now officially not Scottish, not Welsh, not English and not Irish...I'm British!
The Sweeney in our hostel room
Doing my best to fit in at "Mad" hostel
One of the many cool buildings in and around Madrid
The Sweeney in our hostel room
Doing my best to fit in at "Mad" hostel
One of the many cool buildings in and around Madrid
Pigeon-es
The little maze was cool, but sadly I lost Danny in it
The dude in the background played a mean Spanish guitar...and somehow sounded Morrocan. It was awesome though for a wee free concert! We chucked him a few Euro.
Delicate ... Scottish so the sign says, I felt a tad delicate the odd morning it's true.
There are more statues than people I reckon..but some are pretty old, and pretty cool!
He just looks like he'd whoop your ass if he had to. In a noble way.
Sweeney and I were sad to be leaving..the next day.
The only thing they have more of than statues? Scooters.
This was a really cool building, just randomly set amongst the others.
Good use of leftover cannon balls
Note the bike? 3rd balcony? A Giant I think.
I think this was or is a parliament building?
They do like symetry the Spanish, and drinking.
Here's an example of both perhaps?
What's it all about?
It started getting serious when Sweeney realised he only had 2 days left to meet the love of his life.
This was the love of my life for the weekend (sorry Pen) but do you know how good this tasted the morning after a few beer?
My inner hippy got the better of me, and I showed my appreciation for this man's tireless journeys to keep the streets of Madrid clean.
My first statue photo, I think it turned out ok!
Talk about bronzed tan, Danny looked absolutely Scottish white next to him.
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