My program took my group to Madrid for the weekend, and I don’t think I could have seen less. I didn’t make it inside Museo del Prado, or Palacio Real, or Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofía. But I did have an amazing time.

We took the train there, which I had never done before. Grace was feeling a little under the weather and ended up throwing up on the train. The toilet was filled with this nasty blue, fizzy disinfectant, which naturally ended up in little spots all over Grace’s face. One of the highlights of my day for sure.

Our train got in around noon, and after checking in at the hotel we went straight to 100 Montaditos, the place we were obsessed with in Sevilla. It was the first of three trips to this little sandwich place throughout the weekend. After lunch, we walked to Parque del Retiro, a huuuuge park in Madrid. We sat and people watched most of the afternoon, but it was a lot of fun.

The next day, we went back to 100 Montaditos and back to Retiro. We tried to explore, but it didn’t work out too well. The weather was beautiful, so we ended up sitting outside all day. I spent a lot of quality time with the park  last weekend.

Saturday night we met up with some of my friend Ryan’s friends and went to Kapital, the biggest club in Madrid. It was insane. There were people dancing on stage, lights everywhere, a woman who did an acrobatic act in the middle of the dance floor, breakdancers, and huge puffs of cold smoke shooting from the ceiling. It was nothing like anything I’ve ever experienced in Barcelona.

Sunday morning, before catching the train back to Barcelona, we found a new park to sit at and people watch. I’m not sure what it was called, but it was near Plaza Mayor. By 2 p.m. we were dead and ready to come back to Barca. I loved Madrid, but I’m still glad I call Barcelona home.