Thursday, 30 October 2008

Madrid By Numbers, Plus: My Brother Is Stealing My Underwear...

Ah Espania. Madrid. How cool eh?

Holidays are great aren't they? Sun, sand (at beaches at least - not so much in cities I grant you, but I did spot some sand filled fire buckets in our hostel which I sat in for a bit...) sangria. For breakfast.

And Madrid is kick ass cool.

Honest.

I have made a list, because lists are also cool. Obviously:

1. At 4am, hopelessly lost, on a Saturday night, there are still bars open in which to "ask directions from the barman"...
2. At 4:30am, having just been pick pocketed, the thief, upon noticing that my wallet was, in fact, empty, returned it with an apologetic smile and then gave me directions.
3. When you buy a round of drinks, you get free food. On bread. Oh yes.
4. They serve incredibly efficient and tiny and powerful coffees. With biscuits.
5.  You are not, in anyway, frowned upon for drinking with breakfast. As long as it's from small glasses.

It was, in short, mostly geet mint, how.

Yes. Mostly.

Except...

Sometimes...

The free food has been stood for a while...

... And has gone a bit funny...

So. On Monday. A very hot and sunny and lovely Monday. I was very. Very. Very. Sick. 

Everywhere.

All day.

I even hallucinated a bit, lay on the bed, drenched in sweat, listening to the sounds from the street... Actually thought myself in a market at one point, everyone in traditional Spanish clothing, small children playing in the square. Bulls running rampant through the streets. Tomatoes hoyed from alleys. Great stuff.

Good job really seeing as the only scenery I got to enjoy that day had tiles...

Ah well.

Still, I did get to see the train station's indoor jungle. Which made it all so worthwhile...

Plus:

My Brother Is Steling My Pants.

Bit odd this I know. And slightly embarrassing. But was informed upon my return my Brother's Girlfriend that, due to extreme lazyness, he has been nicking my undies.

I find this very, very, weird... 

8 comments:

The Wisdom of Wislon said...

Hi, just dropped by...mmmm keep hearing about bad pick pocket experiences in Spain. Experienced an incident in Barcelona too. Amazing place otherwise. Underwear theft should have it's own TV investigation series!

Megan said...

Glad you had a wonderful time, despite the sickness - but even that was imaginitive! (you writer, you)

Plus, my sister has also been known to steal my knickers . . . Siblings eh
Eh?
(-;

watching9987 said...

Hi Wisdom - very nice of you to stop by, and yes. I would watch that. Largely to discover where, exactly, all mine goes...

Megan - muchos gracias - meant to tell you how much i enjoyed your short story but i'm still catching up with me blogging. And siblings. Mentalists the lot of them...

Caroline said...

I am really worried about your brother stealing your pants in a kinky-wrong way. I've read your novel, I know the family that you come from :)

x

watching9987 said...

Caroline - Low blow! That's harsh that is. What's worse is his girlfriend later chipped in with - "I've worn them too..." It's all very weird...

Roz Wyllie said...

I just had to type in GysMyButt to get onto this page.

Made me laugh!

Anyhoo...welcome home you little mint mouse!

And sharing underwear with anyone is just plain wrong!

B said...

I am a bit late. But just wanted to say glad you had a good hol. Apart from the being sick part.

... what did you SAY to the thief returning your wallet?

... and what did you SAY to your bro and his girlf? have you added a padlock to your knicker drawer yet??? I would!

Anonymous said...

SO WHAT IF I HAD YOUR KNICKERS ON!!!! They were rather comfy! Much better than said brothers… His usually have rather handy holes in though. I went through the ones he’d let me get my hands on when he moved in and filled the bin with holey knickers… I then realised I’d chucked out so many that I had to go to primark and get him some new ones

There you go, a little incite into what I may be doing to your knicker draw when you move in :P That is if your mam doesn’t hurry up and get a bloomin washing machine!!!

Cheery oh
Sophster
x