Pictures From Madrid

So, I'm back from my trip to Madrid, Spain.

The vacation is over.

I am sad.

But on the bright side, I didn't lose my passport, and I didn't fall victim to a professional gypsy pickpocket artist.

The ham was great. The beer was plentiful. The Spaniards were generally friendly and good-looking.

I would definitely go back, and I recommend you make the trip as well. If you've never been to Madrid, it's something like a cross between Cleveland, Barcelona, Kuala Lumpur, and whatever the capital of Peru is.

What I'm trying to say is - they mostly speak Spanish, it's a modern city, there are a lot of interesting historical sites, and pretty much everyone there knows who LeBron James is. Seriously. Basketball's like the third most popular sport over there.

I'll get into more detail regarding my observations and activities in another post tomorrow. But for now, here are some pictures:

Beneath the Roman aqueduct in Segovia, Spain. That's one old fucking aqueduct.



Jaimi and me in front of the royal palace in Madrid. I will own this house one day.



Exercising in Juan Carlos I park. It's just like riding a bike, except you don't go anywhere, and there's a lady and her dog next to you on the bike.



Another pic from Juan Carlos park. Is that the giant hand of General Franco preparing to crush us? We weren't injured - luckily, Jaimi and I are fascists.



Jaimi and her awesome friend Susan. She lives in Madrid and showed us how to avoid the prostitutes, and how to ask for tap water vs. bottled water.



Based upon Susan's reaction, I think I said in Spanish, "I think I'm pregnant, please give me some beer." I meant to say, "I'm thirsty. And I think I'm pregnant."



Wishing we didn't have to return to the U.S. But at the same time, longing for a more favorable exchange rate.



The main post office in Madrid, all aglow for the May 2nd bicentennial celebration of Spain's independence from France. This is what every building in Spain would have looked like if the French had their way.



Another view of the post office during the celebration. Surprisingly enough, the building did not burn down, and no fireworks went haywire and plunged into the crowd.