On Wednesday night I was looking at Real Madrid's schedule. Real is my favorite soccer team, and so it was one of the things that I have on my bucket list while here. There were only 2 chances that I could go. So, I looked up tickets to the game, flights, and a hostels. I was trying to convince people to come with me. However, we were suppose to go skiing this weekend and many people didn't wanna change their plans. Thankfully, my roommate James decided to come with me. So Thursday, we booked our flights for the following day, along with a hostel to stay in. I was trying to get tickets to the game all day long. I would get to the payment page, plug in all my information, and it tells me I have entered the wrong information. We had 5 credit/debit cards between us, it didn't like any of them. Not only would the website not work, I tried calling their phone number and it will ring once and say "You are
NOT allowed to call this number." What the Hell is that suppose to mean? While I am trying my hardest to buy tickets Mike's yelling at me to cook his fat ass dinner.
Thursday night nobody plans on going out, but then almost everyone goes out, and happens to come back to our apartment at different times. I think I woke up about every hour with people coming back, and then people leaving for their ski trip and then my trip to Spain. Needless to say I didn't get much sleep.
We catch a bus to the airport at 6:30am. We arrive at the airport no problem, and then get to security. Europe apparently has different travel regulations on what size liquid you can and can't bring on to the plane then the US. So my perfectly good contact solutions which has on it TSA Approved, is not approved by Europe standards because it was all of 18ml over their limit. The guy who is checking the solution asked me if I have a prescription for it. Yeah dude I cause I have that with me all the time! or ever. Anyway, the plane ride was just what I needed... 3 and 1/2 hours of sleep.
As soon as we landed in Madrid, we went to Santiago Bernabeu (Real Madrid Stadium) to get tickets. We got the cheapest tickets in the stadium for a whoamping 40 Euros (about $57). After we went to an Alexander the Great Museum, and checked into our hostel, if you wanna call it that. The Hostel itself was not labeled-was just in the basement of an apartment building, the owners only spoke Spanish, and apparently the room that we booked was not what we thought. We ended up getting a room with no heat, just one double(?) bed;(where half of the bed fell off the slats and wouldn't say on if your were sleeping in it and you sunk/curled into a little ball), a "private" bathroom with no door or hot water, a toilet that couldn't hold water in it's tank so you had to turn the water on and off every time you wanted to flush it. So we wanted to spend as little time in the hostel as possible. That night we meet up with Mike's girlfriend Megan and her friends. We went out to this little bar that gave us free Spanish food with our Sangria's.

On Saturday we did all of the touristy things like, went to the Plaza Mayor, Archbishop's Cathedral, Palacio Real de Madrid, and walked around the city. At night we went to the Real Madrid game. The Stadium was really nice, and had heaters in the room so you weren't cold, if anything I was way to hot. I had on a undershirt, fleece, my Real Madrid jersey and then a rain jacket. Will never do that again. Good news is they Won! and I can Die happy.
Plaza
Cathedral
Palace (and James)
Attempting to be artsy
That night we meet up with Megan again, and this time we meet them at a Bridge before we went out for the night. Apparently that's what the Spanish people do. I thought I was going to need my rape whistle trying to get to this bridge. Sunday, day to leave, if we make our flight.... There are two different subway stops for the airport, naturally we choose the wrong one. Then we need to hop on a bus to a different terminal. Guess what? WRONG AGAIN! We have an hour to find check in, go through security and get to our gate. Third times the charm. This time we can walk to the correct terminal. We find our airline and get through security this time with no problem. We are walking quickly to get to our gate and are out of breath, dying for some water and food. To find out that our plane is delayed 15mins.
Needless to say after a great, fun, busy, crazy weekend, I need some sleep. Until our next adventure.