The end of Europe
11.11.2008 - 22.11.2008 -17 °C
So this is it, our last European destination the Spanish capital. If you’ve read the pervious post you may have guessed that we were a bit over small town medieval Europe and just wanted to get to a place where the shops don’t shut between 12 and 5 and there’s a bit more going on than some stuffy 500 year old church.
We’d even abandoned an extra few days in another small town to get to the city earlier.
It was nice to be in a modern city again, especially one that has a history like Madrid’s (I know, it’s a bit of a contradiction ‘a modern historic city’).
We went on a walking tour of the city sights and a biking tour of the cities parks.
Modern art museum
Madrid as our last destination is essentially true but in the middle of the week we went and taught English to some Spanish people. As part of a 1 year course in the Madrid they had to complete 1 week of ‘Intensive English’. So about 20 Spanish people and 20 English people were herded into a bus and sent to a place (no cathedral) 3 hours from Madrid where only English specking was allowed.
It was a weird big brother type experience where everything was done for you eg the schedule for the whole week was laid out, breakfast, lunch, dinner, activities and you hardly went more than 1 km from the hotel (which was literally in the middle of nowhere). By the end of the week a few of the Spanish people were convinced that all the English speakers were paid actors and knew perfect spanish.
The basic schedule for every day was breakfast from 9-10 then 4 hours of speaking to the Spaniards (one on one), lunch for 2 hours and a wee break and then another 2-4 hours of speaking to the Spaniards followed by dinner at 9pm and drinking.
It all sounds very easy but constantly speaking for that long and all the free food and wine really started to take it’s toll and by then end of the week we were both totally stuffed and spent.
We were able to get a bit of time to ourselves and go for some walks in the countryside
We were pretty lucky with the group that we got, quite a lot of the Spaniards were our age and hopefully we keep in contact with them. Also the English (Anglos) speakers were cool to as well and the same goes for them.
After the week of constant broken English we had only one night back in Madrid and then a flight the next day to Rachel’s mum’s in Alexandria.
Bring on Egypt.