Since my last post quite a few things have changed as far as my itinerary. Fearing the dreaded Irish Consumption from the lovely dampness and exquisitly whipping winds of Dublin, along with the fact that if I drank just one more pint of Guinness I would explode, I lit out for sunny Spain. Here’s a few tidbits and impressions of each place I’ve been so far:
Dublin: I’ll write more about Dublin when I can but so far this is what I can say. On my last night there, Sunday, Dubliners and tourists seemed to really be in a fine mood as it became apparent that the whole city was shit-faced not only from the week’s drinking, but from Sunday’s drinking as well which they started uncommonly early. So, as I walked to the pubs in the evening I knew something special was in the air when I passed by drunken couples arguing as well as old Dublin couples saying goodnight to friends, all in complete drunken Dublin gibberish. So, later that night it came as no surprise, although it was still jarring, when I heard a couple little diites that made me run for the hills. In a pub where a circle of heavily shit-faced people were hanging out I heard the joke that sent me packing: Why did the chicken cross the road? Because he was shit-faced and he didn’t have anything better to do! Now, I’ve told bad jokes before in my life. The difference between mine and this guy’s is that people actually laughed at his joke. They laughed. Heartily. They thought it was a right smart joke. I knew after hearing that that I would be leaving Ireland as soon as possible. Which I did! and landed in the sunny south-eastern clime of:
Torrevieja, Spain: Ahh, Torrevieja, Torrevieja. My introduction to this beautiful country. Too bad, really, because it had nothing to offer. The only thing older than the tower that I never saw- “torrevieja” means old tower- were the class of people visiting or living there. At times beautiful, Torrevieja was a town of contradictions. At once hosting beautiful views and beaches along the Balaeric Sea, it also features grown ass men who whip their dicks out and piss into the ocean in the middle of the day. Oh, they’re not just pissing into the ocean, mind you. They are also pissing on loads of garbage littering the rocks that cover the shore. Cigarette butts, boxes of milk- that’s right I said boxes- and liter bottles of Cola are on display on the beaches there. Another interesting contradiction is that while appearing like a tourist town, Torrevieja is really anything but welcoming. There’s nothing really to see other than dead bodies in the street at breakfast time. That’s right, men die during breakfast over there. I made up a little song while I was walking about: Torrevieja, you’re streets are littered with dead men, dead men. Your streets are littered with dead men and grown men piss in your ocean.
Madrid, Spain: Ahh, Madrid, Madrid. I call it “The Holy Shit City” because around every corner, at the end of every street you will see something that will make you exclaim in wonder “holy shit that is beautiful”. The architecture is stunning. The people are beautiful. The tapas are delicious. The Museo del Prado is well worth the 8 or 9 Euros if you don’t want to wait for the free hours later in the day. The people are a bit on the cold side, but that’s fine. This was the first place I’ve been to where I understand why some people would not even consider wanting to be like Americans. These people have got it going on, although my hide is still a little chapped by the looks I got when trying my best to speak their language. At least I try. Oh! and the Flamenco! My god…More on Madrid later.
Toledo, Spain: Anyone anywhere near Toledo needs to go see it. It was only 9 Euros round trip on the bus from Madrid, taking less than an hour to get there. Wow, what a city. You can walk to the center of the city from the bus depot in a short amount of time and the cool air is very refreshing in the morning. A medieval city that boasts an equally impressive display of mosques, churches and synagogues dating back to the late 15th and early 16th centuries. People are still proud of the fact that believers of the separate religions lived in peace in the city. The views are phenomenal and you can walk around most of the whole city in only a few hours. Just beautiful.
I’ve been in Barcelona for one day now and I am still trying to grasp it. It boasts some really amazing alleyways that act as thoroughfares and the old stone churches and mansions are magnificient in their decrepitude. The main tongue spoken here is Catalonian, which can be a little confusing, but there are plenty of people who speak English. Also, its a bit grittier than Madrid, which is kind of nice in a way. I wasn’t here fifteen minutes when I was propsitioned by a prosti and welcomed to the city. Well, thank you, thank you very much.
Pictures to come!