Guzman El Bueno is so Beautiful

Its been a busy week, so we have finally had time to sit down and blog about our latest Madrid happenings...we know you've been sitting on the edge of your seat, dying of curiosity. This past weekend, our gracious Irish hostess, Suzy (lax super star), came to visit the city we have come to call home. MC was a pretty gracious host herself by offering Suzy lodging...put that one down in the books. On Thursday we took her to Escam where we met some of Plaza de Doctor Laguna's classiest. After hearing an original freestyle and beat box and many beautiful comments about how beautiful our eyes were... how beautiful our metro stop was... and how beautiful the English language is... from toothless jovenes, Suzy began to question our standards. Not to worry, Suzy's opinion was quickly swayed when we brought her, VIP style, to the most popular Discoteca this city has to offer, Kapital. Thanks to our friend Albert, we bypassed the line and got in free of charge. He led us up to a VIP room, on the second of seven themed floors. In true Fabulous Life Of Betha fashion, there were already bottles chilling in for us when we got to the club. We boogied with Becca's Marketing class, many of whom sport the Last Samurai Euro ponies (something not to be tried at home).

The next morning, we woke and took Suzy on a grand tour of Madrid. Beginning in our favorite pasteleria, we ventured to Sol, The Royal Palace, the Cathedral, and Retiro Park. That night, we met our other friend Suzy (fellow Madrileña) who also had friends visiting for the weekend, at a bar in Sol. After jumping into cabs to switch party scenes, a misunderstanding led to Suzy (SJU) and Becca being split up from Meg and Beth. Becca and Suzy decided to take a cab home, but as per usual, the cab driver tried to take advantage of them by cruising around and racking up the meter. When the girls protested at the end of the ride, the driver forgot what his mama taught him- boys don't hit girls. Thankfully Suzy came out unscathed, but not before taking a few slaps from the taxista while protecting, not the lacrosse goal, but Becca. Why come to Madrid if you don't experience it to the fullest? She sure as hell did. The cops came, and in between a few dramatic sobs, the story was told. Madrid: 1.

On Saturday we woke up to go shopping to indulge our newly-aquired Euro fashion sense. To our dismay, we couldnt find any spandex or skinny jeans that suited our tastes. But at least we still got some money in the bank... swizz beatz styleeee. On the way home, we were surprised to hear a metro boyband playing the crowd-pleaser "When the Saints Come Marching In"... better known as "When the Hawks Come Flying In." As proud Hawks, of course we belted out the lyrics, and became part of their metro show. After a quick siesta, we headed out again. To our shock, Escamplero was closed, so we had to choose another Plaza de Dr. Laguna jump-off. We stepped into Viejo Estilo, and realized why we had never been there before... we found ourselves surrounded by some grandads after work, cigars and pianist included. Megan took a turn showing off her musical talent, stunning the crowd with some Coldplay classics. As bumpin as the bar was, we decided to leave after one cerveza and lots of bar snacks. We went out again with Suzy-squared and Co. to Madrid's famous cave bars. Fun was had by all!

On Sunday we had another cultural day, beginning at the famous Prado Museum. Our art appreciation does in fact extend beyond van Gogh. We brought the Madrid-packed weekend to a close at the Real Madrid game Sunday night. Robinho (pronounced RRRRRRRRRROBINHO, rolling your Spanish "r" of course) dazzled us with his fantastic fútbol skills, scoring 2 of RM's 4 goals in their win against Mallorca. Although we loved Mallorca's crystal blue waters and crazy clubs, we're still Madrileñas at heart. You know we aren't the chicks to do anything halfway... we rocked our Real Madrid jerseys, of course.

Monday morning we bid Suzy farewell and began another jam-packed week of schoolwork... and we thought Joe's was hard. MC's four oceanographers kept busy completing a project on seaweed (yes, we're serious... we never knew there was such a school of information on the subject.) The school week flew by as usual, and we sit here awaiting the arrival of Darrell and Kane VERY early in the mañana!