Los chicos arrived Friday A.M. so Betha met them at the areopuerto bright and early. We took the chaps to their Hostel in Sol where we left them for a few hours to take a serious siesta. Afterward, Derek and Kane met us for dinner at our favorite pizza place, Pinocchio, where we ordered our beers by the litro via our own table's tap...so college. Our Euro getup threw the boys for a bit of a shock..Euro meets American with our spandex under dresses topped with Northface jackets...mind you, all four of us dressed in uniform. Afterward, we took the boys out for their first Spanish clubbing experience. Derek and Kane's lack of dancing skills made it obvious that the Spanish clubbing scene that we have become so used to is far different from the American college bar scene.
The next morning, the boys slept in still struggling from the time change. They diverged from the itinerary schedule, which had a full sightseeing day planned ahead. When they finally woke up, we met them with bocadillas and watched one of the many manifestaciones that was going on in Sol because it was the weekend anniversary of Franco's death. We then made way to Real Madrid's futbol stadium where we spontaneously bought tickets for the Spain vs. Sweden Eurocup qualifier. (Shout out to Sergio Ramos!) We went home to get ready briefly then got on the metro again, only to get robbed for the second weekend in a row. The metro was packed with Espana fans presenting a perfect opportunity to unzip Becca's purse and steal her clutch containing all of her valuables. Madrid: 2. Becca: 0. SORRY Collins. Once we found our perfectly situated stadium seats, her worries disappeared. Becca and Jess wore their Espana flags proudly and Kane bought an obnoxious horn (shocking) to cheer their team to victory!
On Sunday, we met the boys at MC's before heading to Mass and the Prado. Derek spoke of all of the artist painting techniques, while candyKane tried to make a run for it with Valezquez's most famous piece. Afterward, we treated MC and CO (Pepe and his GF) to a traditional Thanksgiving meal. To our dismay, Corte Ingles was lacking in the turkey inventory, so chicken had to suffice. With MC buzzing around in our faces insisting that her frozen beans were better than ours and SHE knew how to make mashed potatoes, we still managed to enjoy a hearty meal. After dinner, we helped Derek and Kane plan their day trips to Segovia and Toledo on Monday and Tuesday. The next weekend Betha was torn into two. Becca took Derek and Kane to Granada while Beth attended a class trip to Brussels. Hold your horses...new posts are a comin'.
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Kit = uberjeal of Candy and the Rock. I would have gladly handed over my valuables to any Spanish scumsters for only a moment with you girls. Although it does make me mad and sad that they took advantage of you chicas like that. However I must note that the ONLY times you've gotten robbed have been with those muscle-men!! Some defenders they are!! HAHA. I guess the Spaniards failed to catch a glimpse of the Rock's calves. XOXOX Miss ya'all!!
You are some lucky girls! You always find an angle to get a little more or a little better than the average chica! Awesome!
Did they ever do anything to that cabbie??
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