madrid’s reina sofia is love at first sight.
Alrighty, then. What’d I do today? Today was my first official day being entirely alone. Bonnie and Sarah went off to the cleaners and walked around and did some English book shopping and such. I went to the Reina Sofia, where I spent… I think around four hours. Pretty good for a museum. It was a confusingly laid out museum because a lotta random parts of it were closed down, but the one Maquinas Y Almas exhibit is one of the most amazing things I’ve seen. Definitely the most amazing thing I’ve seen when it comes to modern / contemporary art. AMAZING.
But before I got to the Reina Sofia, I was wandering a bit and stumbled across this row of outdoor used book sales tables. I started looking through them. Was going to buy an extraterrestrial sightings book but decided not to. Then I saw some Jane Austen? (maybe?) book and was going to buy it because I like to buy books to translate to learn languages. It wasn’t too hard to read and as a result, seemed really good as a potential translation match. But as I was flipping through it and reading maybe a page or two, this crotchety old woman came up to me and started muttering a bunch of shit and saying that I can’t read it if I’m not going to buy it or some crap. She literally pulled the book out of my hand and slammed it back on the table. I wish I knew better Spanish because I would have actually said something useful as an argument. Unfortunately, I didn’t. 
Well, I was peeving the whole way to the Reina Sofia but luckily Maquinas Y Almas picked up my spirits. By chance, it was the first room I went into in the Reina Sofia even though it was strangely places. Hell, though, everywhere in that godamn museum is strangely placed. I mean…………………….. they have four floors, but the only floors shit is on are PART of the first floor (where Maquinas Y Almas was), the second floor, and the fourth floor. What the shite? There was also a half area that was blocked off… not officially with rope or anything, but with a person sitting there telling you you weren’t allowed to walk over there. Frankly, it was all kinda fucking weird.
But Maquinas Y Almas picked up my spirits from the first piece I saw in there. Go to ____________________ to read my review about it, cause it’s a helluva a lot better than me trying to write it again. Lol.
The rest of it was OK. Saw the famous Picasso “Guernica” and some Dali pieces. Nothing else was amazingly mind-blowing after the Maquinas exhibit, though, so that’s too bad. Picasso and Dali both did have a lot more diverse portfolios than I had given them credit for, though, so that was definitely a thumbs up. 
That evening, Sarah, Bonnie, and I went to a local supermarket and bought some foods. We went to a Carrefour Express which Sarah had seen. Got some Asparagus and Cauliflower Crème Soup, a beautifully packaged Carrefour brand mango lassi, some Meditteranean flavored canned tuna, tea-flavored water which I’d been eyeing for a while, and some canned marinated clams. CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP. The mango lassi was like the most expensive thing. But shit was gooooooooooooooood (mango lassi = Indian smoothie type drink).
On the way back, we stopped by a FRUTAS Y VERDERAS (OR SOMETHING) MARKET. Fruits are ridiculously cheap. The banana for 0.85 EURO wasn’t particularly. Nor is an avocado for 0.99 EURO. But onions? Apples? All like 0.20 EURO each. Fucking bargainish. MONEY.
We went back, invaded the kitchen, and cooked some foods. I heated up my tuna and made some soup. Sarah had a red bell pepper which she stir-fried with garlic, and Bonnie had an eggplant she stir-fried with chili, garlic, and onions. Word.
Got harassed towards the end of our meal by two Aussie guys Bonnie really didn’t like. Turns out a lot of northernish Aussies think that the southern Aussies are um, a little off.
Later that night, I went into the kitchen and those two guys were there along with these three other Aussies (a guy named Scott who was traveling by himself for a year and a married couple). The married couple and Scott were cool. The other two guys were nice and fine but they got bit very drunk. Brendan got so drunk he was like a walking zombie and while sitting in the kitchen, leaned over the spit on the godamn hostel floor! We were all not cool with it. His friend kept muttering shite about how he had to babysit that guy and had to travel with him and how it was terrible.
We went out to a pub after, right next to the hostel. Not like I drink, but I went anyway. Brendan continued to pass out at the table. The other people were cool, though.
After that Brendan’s friend had hash, so him and married husband guy smoked some. Scott, wifee, and I left early. I obviously only know a couple names here. @__@
How they scored the hash, though, I guess, was they went to this website… I forgot the name of it… but it basically told you how to get weed no matter what country you’re in. It told them to go to a certain bus stop in Madrid and then lift up an eyebrow at a black dude there. And it actually fucking worked! The black dude sold them some hash for I guess like 30 EURO. I don’t know how much. But I can’t believe that website exists and WORKS. That’s so funny.
Then there was bed. The end.