Spanish sleep talk

&&&I apoligize for the lack of photos, these computers block the USB port. LO SIENTO.¨&&&

Hola!
I have much to report of the past two days. First thing is first: some people have ridiculous reasons for leaving the country and coming to Spain. Take Nick for example.

Two days ago, Danny and I were sitting in the lounge of the hostel, resting our legs, and Nick, a man in his late 20´s, introduces himself. He first points out that he is in search of an apartment, and that he wants to improve his Spanish. All of this information, at first, seems to be an honest plan. He will stay in Spain for 3 months, work on his Spanish, and maybe "find himself" or something. Later in the evening, Danny and I wanted on the computers, which is down in the hostel bar, where we find Nick, with his first drunken slurr in 10 years. Through the course of this later conversation, we discovered that Nick not only did not know a drop of Spanish "Como Estes? Hola Amigus," but also, Nick was recently laid off from Wall Street. The man is running from debt collectors, escaping his fortune, and lying left and right. I still really don´t know how old the guy is, I think 31? Anyways, good luck to him.

Danny and I got lost in the Parque del Retiro on Thursday. Look it up on a map, it really is insanely large. The park had everything: and obstacle course, a band playing, dogs, creeks, fountains, statues, a huge courtyard and boat rides and, of course, popscicles. It crushed my perceptions of awesome parks and trumped Loose Park in Kansas City by a long shot.

And today we spent the entire day in the Museo Reina Sofia, a modern art museum. I really liked a lot of paintings, especially Miro´s. I saw Picasso´s Guernica. ahhhhh. The only thing that caught me off gaurd was the ¨Waiting for Jerry.¨How am I supposed to interperet a single mousehole cut out in a black room with tom and Jerry plaing on the speakers as art? Danny disagrees.

Tonight Danny and I went to Cerveceria Alemana, one of the old bars of Hemingway. I had a fish sandwich. I´ve decided that I have been living a lie. I don´t like fish! I sort of like salmon, but not scaly, slimy fish. No thanks, I´ll stick to bread a cheese. Afterwards, we saw our first storm in Madrid and it was gorgeous. We were eating helado and getting rained on by these weird flowers from these strange trees.

The title for this post comes from last night´s sleep talk. I yelled at a Brazillian in my sleep last night. For the past two nights, there has been a man snoring right next to me, and I can´t stand it. I guess I shouldn´t complain, but my sleep has no control mechanism blocking my words. So, I yelled (apparently) in the middle of the night: ¨How are you breathing on me from all the way over there?!?!?¨

So, from these past couple of days, I have gathered that I should not sleep, I should eat more helado, and I should never enter into wallstreet.