On the way to Madrid
So we drove to Madrid... I wasn't happy. I wanted to stay by the sea. I wanted Valencia. I didn't want to stay in some hostel in Madrid and pay money that I didn't plan on spending. I couldn't imagine spending 5 days in 40 degrees humidity in stone jungle. I should have known better, I love these kinds of places. And people... right people make it perfect everywhere.
But in the beginning it all looked quite dim. We arrived to Calle Atocha, parked the car, met M.'s friend, took our stuff to the hostel and went out. It was dark, hot and noisy. All stores were closed with metal shields, graffiti was everywhere and million of people. I felt miserable. We checked one concert at Plaza Mayor and went to some flamenco bar. OK, I have to admit, I couldn't do it without a couple of beers that evening, but there my mood got quickly better, we met some new people we were going to spend this holiday with, we saw girls dancing, we talked and suddenly life wasn't that bad at all. On the way to hostel we went through Puerta del Sol, the zero point of Spain and continued our night in hostel. As usual, around 5 am I felt like going for a walk, but noone let me. We had wine, melons and bread. Life felt good once again.