Bishop

Madrid has museums – a lot of museums (and bars).

January 25th, 2008

And they don’t let you take pictures inside – well they don’t let you take pictures with flashes.  I know as that I almost got a beat down by a security guard.  I took his picture – with a flash on.  Asshole.

Sean and I walked around Madrid and hit some of the big museums and saw some wonderful culture.  And even chatted up some locals in the coffee bar.  I headed back to the hostel to take a nap and left Sean to his own devices to go shopping.  I was saving up for the evening as that I heard the night life goes late and I didn’t want to puss out early.

Well, on our first night walking around Plaza del Sol we eat some tapas and drink some more sangria.  Every bar we walk into has a pig leg set into a contraption and they slice a sliver of flesh off and server it with bread.  From what I am told, the quality is measured by the color of the hoof.  The darker the better.

More walking and I am telling Sean, “I am walking into the next bar I see.”  We walk around the corner and lo and behold – “The Dubliner.”  I, a mere mortal, can find an Irish bar in a city I have never been in, in a country I have never visited.  We walk in after we talk to the doorman.  His name escapes me now, but he is dressed in an Italien suit and is carrying a glock.  (sidenote)We bullshit with him and he becomes our new best friend.  Over the course of the next four days, we always go to the Dubliner first and talk to the doorman.  He tells us the cool places to go (non tourist shit).  (end sidenote)  We walk in and the place is staffed with American chicks.  Damn, we hit the lottery.  This just became out homebase for the rest of the trip.  If you are ever in Madrid, Plaza del Sol, please go check this place out if you like Irish pubs.

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