(What time is it?) So yesterday (Saturday). The plan was to plow through as much of the days as posible before going to bed in hopes of turning my system around as fast as posible, though it didn´t work out quite like I had thought.
I tried to stay on my feel all day in Madrid. I walked a lot, held off on eating until later in hopes of giving myself another burst of energy. So at 6PM, after not sleeping for about 40 hours my body was ready for bed. So I headed back to the hotel. I ended up walking through some sort of ‘pro pot’ protest. Not that my spanish is good enough to figure that out. I reconized the international sign for pot (and the smell in the air). When I got back to my room, I thought it would be kinda fun to see what they were up to. It was by far the funkiest group of people I had seen so far. After some thought, I knew I didn´t want to end up in jail, so I took a pass and went to sleep.
I woke up at 1AM (7PM Eastern time). Wide awake. So in two days I had done it. I had turned my system completly around, but instead of being on Spainish time, I was getting up for breakfast in India. You think TV is bad at 1AM, you should try it in a lauguage you don´t speak. I even saw the Chuck Noris/Chirsty Brinkly work-out machine infomercial dubbed in spanish. The only thing I learned from my night of TV is Simply Red is making come back. I know I can sleep sounder knowing that.
el autobús I took the bus from Madrid to Granada today. It was completely uneventful. It was clean and safe. In the five hours, two movies were shown. The bus ran on time and eveyone had a seat. What kinda of fun is that? I think this Western Europe thing is over rated. Not much adventure.
Granada I sure as time passes I will have much more to write about this city. My two first impression are great. 1) I picked up a map at the Turoist Info stand at the bus station and asked ¿Donde estamos? )(Where are we?) “Europe, European Union, Spain, Granada, the bus station.” A sense of humor, that is good. 2) Madid was a city of 3million people, and it felt like a big city. Granda is a college town and it also feels it. Lots of hippie kids selling hand made stuff on the street, buskers (street performers) and the like.
Two notes from yesterday: I forgot to add two things in yesterdays entery.
1) Monk On the flight over, I had a TV in which I could choose my own programing. So I watched 3 episodes of Monk back to back. Talk about a great show. I (not having a TV) had never seen it before. Sure the mysteries where no more complicated than your average Murder She Wrote, but he is such a great character. An OCD PI.
I understand On the subway yesterday in Madrid I was zoning out. All of a sudden I was struck by the fact that simply by tone of voice I could tell what was being said in the coversation next to me. Then I realized, no I was acctuatlly understanding what they were saying. My Spanish must be better than I thought. Then I realized I could understand what they were saying, because they were speaking in English.

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