Thanks to Vogue and gay men everywhere, I didn’t wake up until 1pm today! It was so much fun to see people out last night dressed up to impress. I feel like a complete obvious American, as I don’t smoke and everyone here smokes. I keep thinking they will pick up on the fact that I am not from here, since I have no desire to smoke, yet they keep speaking to me in Spanish. When I tell them “no comprendo” they just speak louder (I guess everyone can be a “stupid American” at times). So far, I have only had one person come close to guessing my nationality and he thought I English. Otherwise, all of those hours working as an illegal alien are paying off! I have faked my way through most of our conversations, but I am almost certain to be found out soon!
After stumbling out to grab some lunch (I did pass on this place, however – just can’t quite envision how the two together could possibly be good),
I then ventured to the Museo de Prado and spent most of the day perusing the most amazing collection of art from all over the world. They had a special exhibit by over 30 different Renaissance painters featuring the art that emerged from Rome during the 17th century. Damn art….I had a moment in the museum when I stood completely in awe of the beauty and was so overwhelmed with gratitude for this little adventure I have taken myself on that I cried. Right. In. The. Middle. Of. The. Museum. It was a stunning moment for those of you who truly know me, I must admit.
I do stop to wonder, though, how can one place be so beautiful and so disgusting at the same time? You see as I was heading back to the hostal, I turned the corner and here was this giant poster advertising a gay sex club staring me down in the middle of the street. I will warn you NOW to avert your eyes if you are of a sensitive nature!
Then again, maybe it is just the culture here, though, because even the frogs like to get it on in the middle of the street. I have to say that they didn’t mention any of this in any of the tourist brochures being passed out in the Plaza del Sol yesterday.
Of course, I should have got some sort of clue when I stopped to look at what was posted on the building outside my hostal……
HAHAHA – my mom said I could go, so there! 😉 And I warned you to avert your eyes, why do you never listen to me? Pfffffttt!
Hi! My name is Laura Riggs! I like to go on vacation to where the crazy sex people live because life should be an adventure. In the future, I will not make Chris Vargo claw his own eyes out with over-sized salad forks because I've so carelessly posted a picture of a poster of gay men. Not because he's a homophone (mind you) but because he just thinks that gay men in burqas are much more visually appealing than gay men in ass-less chaps…Who in the world advocated this trip…?
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