Me rolling out of Spain.
The Thunderdome has become my home. We are the men of Cuatro Cuatro. No one messes with the Men’s Department.
And on this second to last night in Madrid and Spain, we rocked the country like only the boys could: the whole night falling apart in front of our eyes.
Things are difficult, like really really really difficult. Like throw my computer at a wall difficult.
Fresh off a fantastic day in Toledo, I was pumped to finally get a little more of Spain for today. We’ve all just been working really hard on all of our stories and whatnot and (to me at least) I feel like for some reason we haven’t gotten to see as much of Madrid as we did Barcelona. But after Toledo, I felt like I was on a roll and I got myself all psyched up to go to El Rastro, Europe’s largest flea market, today. But. Yes then came the “but”.
Today was a very long day (off).
Some people can just hang out in bed all day and enjoy it. I am most certainly not one of those people. Every second that I’m in bed, I feel as though I’m wasting away the precious hours of daylight that the sun is giving me. Yesterday I somehow wasted my day until about 4 in the afternoon. Continue reading
Our Thursday started off like any other Thursday. I got up at around 9:30, showered and ate some toast before packing up my bag to head over to the school in Madrid. We left the apartment at 10:30 and headed over to the Plaza España Metro stop. We all were gliding down the three flights of escalators when it happened.
*Crowd erupts into laughter at the title of this post.*
I’m writing this from my new bed, in a new city, Madrid. But I have yet to say goodbye to my old pal, Barcelona, so here goes.
Barcelona, you were good.
-Ethan
Gotcha! That’s not my real blog post! Tricked you!
Marisa, my host mother, has cooked some pretty great food. Coming from me, that’s a huge statement. I mean huge. I don’t like almost anything. I’m super picky and refuse to try most foods. But, the food that Marisa has made has been excellent.
And last night was no different.
I wrote words!
Story by Ethan Parets
BARCELONA – Every Sunday, thousands would flock to La Plaza Monumental bullfighting ring, in the Eixample district of Barcelona, to witness Spain’s age-old tradition of pitting matador against bull in the corrida de los toros.
The Plaza Monumental de Barcelona is a retired bullfighting arena in the middle of the Eixample district in Barcelona. It was inaugurated in 1914 and was the last bullfighting arena to be in operation in Catalonia before the ban on bullfighting was passed on July 28, 2010 and enforeced in 2012. A new purpose for the arena is now being debated and many offers have been made. Photo by Clara Cutbill
However, since the Parliament of Catalonia, which oversees one of Spain’s several autonomous regions, voted to ban bullfighting in July 2010, the massive brick and tile Monumental de Barcelona has fallen into disarray and caused many businesses and residents…
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So I have a hard enough time reporting when the people can speak English. I don’t really like bothering people and I don’t like interrupting people when they’re doing something else. Now let’s add a bit of Spanish to that whole deal and reporting becomes a whole new beast.
Ethan Parets 