Hi! I just turned in a massive assignment, and now I finally have time to update the ole blog.
So as you may know, I went to Spain last weekend to say goodbye to Brad and to see a Coldplay concert! I actually left from Stansted at a reasonable time of day this time -- 8 am, so I didn't have to walk to the bus until 5 am, hooray....?
I got to Spain well before Brad and checked into the hostel, which was nice because then I got to drop off all my stuff. My poor backpack might not survive this year. I have crammed four and five days worth of clothes, plus extra shoes, into it several times now and it is starting to get pretty torn up. Anyway! I have been in Madrid before, although not for an extensive visit, so I didn't want to do the typical touristy stuff a second time. I skipped the Prado and instead went to the Botanical Gardens next door. When I showed up on Friday afternoon, I just walked in, but I think I may have cheated the system because when I tried to go back on Sunday they were charging admission!
Anyway, the park was really nice. There were some greenhouses that I checked out with pretty familiar plants, if you ask me!

Recognize this one?
I made sure to take pictures of their names as well, so that I can track them down later (although I'll have to figure out what their English names are first). Most of the plants that Grandma Pat had in California are from Africa originally. Kind of interesting!
Here is a Venus Flytrap, haha. I posted this on facebook and William (Peter and Laura's son) posted a photo that he had taken of the exact same plant! It is kind of weird to think about the fact that we stood in the exact same spot and looked at the same little plant in Madrid. haha.
I didn't have a lot going on so I just sat in the gardens for a while people watching.
The Spanish "Tomb of the Unknown Soldier" equivalent.
Finally, Brad showed up and we went to have adventures. We found the royal palace and a basilica. Here is a view from the side of the basilica, overlooking all of the gardens.
Going back towards the main squares. We didn't really have a map, so I don't know the names of most of these places. If I say Gran Via, I might be wrong, but we'll go with that for now.
I think this was the Correo building, so like the USPS headquarters, essentially.
Friday night Brad and I went to see Los Vengadores -- The Avengers -- in a cinema. It was about £6 cheaper than seeing it in London, so I was pretty okay with it. Disturbingly, I had written down how to get to three theatres before we went and two of them were closed! We finally found one that was open, but the manager kicked us out when we walked in and said "Come back at nine thirty." Which was ten minutes after the movie started....but whatever, we had some dessert and then toodled back to the theatre. We were some of the only people there. It was really depressing that on a Friday night, on one of the busiest shopping streets of Madrid, there were only about 5 people in the entire theatre including the two guys selling popcorn.
I followed along with the movie pretty well, for the most part. There were a couple dialogue intensive scenes that I lost track of, so that will give me a good excuse to watch it again, I guess!
The next day, Brad and I went to Toledo. It was fun being back in familiar bus stations, etc again. I showed him the outside of the place I used to live, the ice cream stand I went to, etc, and we tried to track down my friend Marina at the shop where she used to work. She didn't get off work until 8:30, and was now at a different shop, so we had all day to spend a'wandering. I made sure Brad got a good look at the museum with all the famous El Greco paintings (he was super excited...not), and the Alcazar (castle), cathedral, and Juderia (Jewish quarter) of the town. Below is one of my favorite places in Toledo in a little church near the river. Yay!

I even showed him my campus when I got us lost and we accidentally wandered past, which was convenient because then I was able to get my bearings again. I'd say for the most part I remembered the overall layout of the town, but I had forgotten how some of the winding streets connected, etc, so there were a few points that I was turned around until I saw a landmark church or something.
A lot of the shops and restaurants were closed, and not just for siesta, which is sad. The only non touristy place we found for dinner was serving sort of Spanishy pub food, but it was fitting because the Championship League games were going on. One of the Spanish footballers, Fernando Torres, plays for the team that won, so people watching the match were freaking out, and it was a fun atmosphere to eat dinner in. Oh! Also I should mention that while the forecast had originally said 80 before I left, it was actually more like 50 while I was there, so I was only wearing a t-shirt and suffered for my foolishness. It hailed while we were eating dinner and we were pretty glad that we'd chosen an indoor option.
We met up with Marina and one of her friends at a bar near the house where I used to live and had some tapas, for free! We used to just get a discount for being girls, basically, but I guess Marina is something of a regular and the waitstaff are her friends now, so that was cool. We had to hurry because the last bus back to Madrid is at 10:30, so at about 9:15 Brad and I headed back to the bus station on foot. I took a blurry image of Toledo as we walked. Goodbye! I don't know if I'll be back again, truthfully. It is kind of out of the way, as European towns go.

We had a bit of a nasty scare at the bus station, actually. All the lights were off (the station is underground) so it was very dark, and none of the platform indicators had destinations on them. Could it be that the hours are different on a Saturday? We went upstairs and checked those boards and it said a bus was coming in five minutes. Ten minutes later, nothing, although a few more people were milling around. I shouldn't have worried, I just forgot that Spain Time is Late Time. The next bus to Madrid that showed up was going through the pueblos and not heading there directly, but we figured we would take what we could get without complaining. The journey only took about 20 extra minutes, and it was really interesting. We stopped at lots of little towns that were completely boarded up. Nobody was on the streets, etc, and it was only 10 at night, which is when most Spaniards go out to do things like Bible Study, shopping, and drinking of course. I'm not joking about the Bible Study. We made it back in one piece and headed back to the hostel. We got back at around 11:30 just as many of our roommates were getting ready to party. We definitely picked a "party" hostel, although in this case it worked out well because they left as we got back, and arrived as we were waking up. We met a couple cool guys that were our friends for the duration of the trip, but they were much more hardcore than us and wanted to drop €30 a night just to get into clubs, etc, and Brad and I prefer to sleep and eat, so we didn't end up going out with them at all, actually. My favorite guy was from Switzerland, but he learned English from an Aussie, so his accent was spectacularly weird. When he first said 'hi' I had him marked as a German, but then the other side of his accent would come out and throw everything off. I can't really describe it, but it was funny.
Sunday, Brad was freaking out about the Coldplay concert, so we didn't really do too much. We wandered around in the morning (it was coooooooold) and looked for Masses for Brad to attend. We found a bunch, but decided to wait for the main basilica's mass at 11:00. About quarter to 11 we rolled up to the door and found that mass had started a long time ago. We stood around for part of the service looking at the church from the back and then left. The next mass was supposed to be at 1:00, so once again, we showed up and found that they had started long before. WTF?! So we decided rather than go to the basilica AGAIN, we would go to the "crypt" around the corner at 2:30. I think you can see where this is going. After a snack to hold us off until Spanish lunch time, we got there at about 2:15 ready to rumble and the freaking service had already started. Apparently, Catholics have to be at mass by a certain stage or it doesn't count, otherwise I was ready to add 1/2 and 1/2 to get 1, but fortunately for Brad, we had made it just in time for this service. I was really surprised at the number of callous tourists in there. The church was closed except for participants of Mass, but people were saying they wanted to "worship" and then were just whipping out cameras, walking around, talking, etc. It was annoying. The crypt was cool though! It would have been really creepy before electricity, let me tell you.
Here is the palace from the garden side. It was a very pretty building, and very long!
We were super hungry after our long day of trying to go to church, and were walking down the street past door after door of boarded up restaurants when suddenly, like a beacon shining forth, Nebraska!
Yessir, we got ourselves our own restaurant in Madrid. Pardon the French, I don't understand why the menus weren't in Spanish. I think our waiter gave us the "non-Spanish" menu or something. But look! A Lincoln Burger!
There were all kinds of photos of "celebrities" around the walls, but none of them were actually from Nebraska. In fact, nothing about the place was remotely Nebraskan, not even the logo or the colors, so that was funny. But I appreciated that they made acceptable burgers (although I'm not sure I would enjoy the Spanishburger....mmmm potatoes).
Brad and I went to a different park for the afternoon, because the Reina Sofia museum was closed. I wanted to see the Guernica, seeing as how this was the second time I've been in Madrid and I have yet to see it, but alas, Sundays are not art museum days, I guess. Here's a lake:

After a while, Brad was getting pretty antsy about Coldplay, so we went back to the hostel to look up directions (they had free computer access -- an unheard of thing in hostel destinations!!!! Seriously, they didn't even make you drop a euro in to use the machine)! The estadio was within walking distance, we hoped, so even though it was only 5:30 and the concert started at 8:00, we figured we would go check it out. I brought a jacket and gloves because I learned my lesson from freezing in Toledo, but Brad wanted to show off his Coldplay gear so he only brought a sweatshirt. Haha, bad choice. We made it to the stadium in about 30 minutes and already there were hundreds of people milling around. Brad bought me a Coldplay shirt for my birthday that I put on as an extra layer, haha. We also learned that inside the stadium, euros would not be accepted -- only vouchers that you could purchase for 1 voucher = €3 (minimum of 5 vouchers when buying). What the heck! There weren't any places to eat for a long ways around simply because of the masses of people, so I decided to forgo dinner. I wasn't going to pay €15 just to buy a lousy hotdog or something.
We went into the stadium early and got our bracelets! Coldplay has been doing a new thing at their concerts this year where each member in the audience gets a bracelet that lights up in response to radio signals timed to the music. Pretty cool stuff! It looked like mine was possibly defective and I couldn't manage to fix it on my own, so I took it back and got a new one. Brad and I had joked that one of our bracelets probably wouldn't work before, and we were going to have to fight over it, so I wanted to make sure that I at least had the working one! Then the rain started. A LOT of rain. We had awesome seats (open seating within areas) and didn't want to lose it, but I ended up retreating underneath and Brad eventually followed suit because he was pretty cold without a jacket. The first opening act went ahead and performed in the rain although I felt pretty bad for her as she was not dressed for the weather at all, haha. There was even some lightning and I was worried they would cancel the show. When the rain started letting up a little, Brad and I went back out and managed to get even BETTER seats than before, simply because we were willing to get wet to earn them. It finally stopped raining by the time Coldplay started. Yay! During one of the first big songs, fireworks went up and everyone's bracelets started to light up......but neither Brad's nor mine worked! What a bummer! I was irrationally depressed about it for at least 10 minutes. It looked like maybe 1 out of 20 didn't work judging by the crowd around me, but the overall effect was still pretty spectacular, and the stadium flashed along with the rhythms and things. Very cool.
The concert went by really fast. It was fun because listening to a stadium full of non-English speakers shout along to English lyrics was really interesting. Additionally, when Coldplay "left" after the concert (before the encore, naturally), the crowd started singing "Olé" to bring them back on, which was a riot. I had a good time, I got a shirt courtesy of Brad, and I stole the bracelet because I figured by gum, if the darned thing didn't work then I was going to keep it! It would have just been a disappointment to whoever got it in the next concert.
I didn't bring my camera with me to the concert, but Brad took some photos so as soon as he puts those up I will post them here. Now it's bed time! I don't have to go to work tomorrow because I have a big dissertation research methods seminar thinger at UCL all day, so it will be fun to catch up with all the Digital Humanities people and see how their work placements are going, etc.
Talk to you later!