Madrid

        I am shocked at how many compliments I have gotten on my spanish. Granted, most of them were from slightly intoxicated people at bars... but still. I have also tested the myth that alcohol makes one more fluent, and I am here to confirm its truth! One does, in fact, speak better spanish when intoxicated. I have made many new friends since I arrived here who are in the same program, although many of them are headed to different cities at the end of this Madrid tour (que triste!).
        We visited the old palace today. It was AWESOME. Lets just say I plan on banking by the time I'm thirty and I'm gonna live in one just like it.
        The city of madrid is full of weirdos and entertainers, and the streets are never quiet. I have fallen in love with a certain style of pantalones (not very different from those of Aladdin... although here they are much more colorful), and I plan on buying some immediately. The food is very plain, as I was warned. They call omelets "tortillas" here and put them on bread and call that a sandwich. What a joke.