realised the bathroom on 1st floor is much cleaner, but leg space in stalls is minimal. yay for little legs!
hit up museo del prado and understood just how sick of art museums i have become for now. saw pieces by rafael and rembrandt, then hightailed it out.
we found our way to homefield for real madrid and checked that out. wow...they have won a lot of stuff since their inception in 1902. they even include a basketball team that has apparantly done very well too. went back to the latina area to eat thai, and rich had 2 hairs in his green curry which queased him out.took a stroll into retiro park which was nice, but compared to versaille was nothing. perhaps we did things in the wrong order because palaces and gardens will always be compared to the summer palace (i heart paris).
came back to hostel and i read a crap load of my book, save a 2 minute period where i pretended to be asleep so pablo didn't bug me about flamenco dancing program tonight. funnily enough, he thought rich was sleeping too even though pak was looking right at him.
we decided to then hit up paella in plaza mayor and it SUCKED. NEVER goto 33 plaza mayor. it was terrible especially compared to the paella we had in malaga.
other:
- i want to punch mexican guy in the face
-"i don't think that girl needs anymore ice cream"
- milk with a hint of tea (although very good)
- a lot of people had opinions about my trip to see a bullfight
- finished da vinci code tonight!
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