Sunday, March 21, 2010
9:26 AM | 
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Sebastian M
It was the night before my big weekend trip to Valencia and I wanted to hang out with a couple of friends before heading out. I met up with a couple of chaps and then wandered around Sol, the city center, looking for a popular doner kebab eatery. Using only directions that took us to the wrong location it took us a while to find it, and at one point we decided to ride the "wave" of people from the city center to figure out where the heck we were. Eventual we found it and I can tell you that it as well worth pointless wandering. It was called something along the lines of El Turkito and they have the best kebab's I have ever had. They also have an optional hot sauce on the side that packs quiet a punch along with towers of sangria and beer that you can purchase for your table. I highly recommend it to all when they come. We can also skip the pointless wandering since I know I'll be making it a regular of mine now that I'm back in town.
After filling our appetite of delicious kebabs, me and my lads headed out to a small club in the art district near Tribunal where some more friends were. The place was called Mader Faker and is one of those places that only has a door, nothing more. No windows to get a sneak peak or people to ask what's inside, it's a gamble. In this case it was a win though, it turned out to be a pretty fun cozy jazz funk bar. I included some pictures to give you guys an idea of how much a funk bar this place really was. It was fun though, the music was great and not too loud to hurt my ear drums in the morning. It was a bit small which gave it me the feeling the feeling that I was in someone's living room since the bartender was also the DJ. In the end, great times which I slept off on the bus to Valencia where a completely new adventure awaited me.
After filling our appetite of delicious kebabs, me and my lads headed out to a small club in the art district near Tribunal where some more friends were. The place was called Mader Faker and is one of those places that only has a door, nothing more. No windows to get a sneak peak or people to ask what's inside, it's a gamble. In this case it was a win though, it turned out to be a pretty fun cozy jazz funk bar. I included some pictures to give you guys an idea of how much a funk bar this place really was. It was fun though, the music was great and not too loud to hurt my ear drums in the morning. It was a bit small which gave it me the feeling the feeling that I was in someone's living room since the bartender was also the DJ. In the end, great times which I slept off on the bus to Valencia where a completely new adventure awaited me.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Last Sunday morning I woke up far too early and tried to go back to sleep with no avail. Thinking about my beach trips to come I decided a quick run in the city would not be such a bad idea, or at least that's what I thought. Along my run I was cheered on by a drunk mob, witnessed a total of 4 men peeing in the streets, and avoided being hosed by street cleaners. This city hast the characteristics of a college town, no doubt about it.
Lesson Learned: Don't go jogging when the metro opens in the morning after a day in which there is any possible excuse to drink.
Coming from a campus with a four lane street directly in the middle of the campus, I'm no stranger to taking my life into my own hands when crossing the street. In Madrid, it's completely different. Here the pedestrians really do have the right of way and everyone follows through unlike somewhere else...
I've seen cars that were doing at least 30mph come to a dead stop for one person crossing the street. The other day I even had a public bus stop as I walked across the street. Mind you, the driver was talking on the cell phone while driving a bus that was about two times bigger then the street it was driving on and was still mindful enough to let me cross the street. They're better drivers, no contest. What freaks me out about all this though, is that these rules only apply to the crosswalk. As soon as you cross somewhere else you gamble with your life. This I discovered after an angry mother almost ran me over twice because I was trying to cross the street to get to class.
Lesson learned.
I've seen cars that were doing at least 30mph come to a dead stop for one person crossing the street. The other day I even had a public bus stop as I walked across the street. Mind you, the driver was talking on the cell phone while driving a bus that was about two times bigger then the street it was driving on and was still mindful enough to let me cross the street. They're better drivers, no contest. What freaks me out about all this though, is that these rules only apply to the crosswalk. As soon as you cross somewhere else you gamble with your life. This I discovered after an angry mother almost ran me over twice because I was trying to cross the street to get to class.
Lesson learned.
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