First of all, Spanish men are creepy. And I thought American men were bad enough. Went out Friday night (the 30th), and it was interesting, to say the least. I mean, I've heard that European men are more forward, but I was not expecting what I experienced that night. Saw my friend Colleen get attacked my 2 guys, both of them forced their tongues down her throat- even AFTER she was literally using all of her force to push them away. Talk about desperate. Actually, I'm not even sure if desperate is the right word. I honestly can't think of a word to describe it, but it was bad. Really bad. On the other hand, I was pretty much labeled as the American bitch. Probably because I was the only one who was blunt enough to just tell everyone to go away. I'm just glad I avoided any unnecessary groping/hitting on. Ugh. Weirdest night of my life.
Other than the creepy guys, the weekend was AMAZING! It was fun to just dance with the girls, and going home at 6am is always a treat. Rented some row boats the next day in Retiro and just laid down and enjoyed the nice weather. Went to El Rastro (the flea market that happens every Sunday in the city) on Sunday, and saw 500 Days of Summer (again!). Ah. I can finally say that Madrid is home. Weird, I know, but I just love it here.
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