Feliz Año Nuevo!

Mikey´s typing on the computer right next to me, so hopefully we won´t overlap too much. Sorry for the dueling posts, but there´s lots to write and little time!

It´s about 3:30 now on New Year´s Eve and we´re gearing up for the big night tonight. Our hotel is right on the Puerta del Sol, which is like Spain´s Times Square. So tonight we´ll be surrounded by Ricardo Clarko´s Nuevo Año Rockin´ Eve. The tradition here is to eat 12 grapes at midnight for good luck in the next year (or perhaps 12 years...couldn´t quite translate the explanation perfectly) and, of course, drink champagne to toast the new year. It´s going to be a good time...and we know this first hand because we were around yesterday for the practice...yes, ¡they practice for New Year´s! That´s how seriously it´s taken here. And the crowds stayed out til 3 or 4 am afterward...actually, was still some noise in the street when we woke up this morning. This morning we went to the store to buy our cans of 12 grapes (brilliant marketing by the grape industry, as they get triple the price per grape), a bottle of champagne to drink, and two bottles to spray all over the crowds beneath our hotel room. =) Hey, when in Rome...or Madrid...

We also made an exciting find yesterday- other Americans! We were hanging out in the Puerta listening to some Mariachis when we met two teachers from America, Brooke and Evelyn, who were able to give us some good tips on what to do and see in Madrid. I especially liked one piece of advice: ¨drink lots of vino.¨ Well, okay! They were also able to clue us in on why we keep seeing people walking around in multicolor wigs all over the place. Apparently it´s a New Year´s / April Fools´ Day (celebrated here Dec. 28- the day we two fools departed for Spain) tradition, so we´ll have to find some wigs big enough for our American heads and join the fun!

Some other quick tidbits:

- After avoiding eating at a KFC in the US for 24 years, I finally broke down and tried it last night, since we couldn´t leave the Puerta and make it back in time for the New Year´s practice if we ate elsewhere. It was $20 for 7 pieces of chicken and some fries...kind of wishing American things weren´t such a novelty here!

- ¨Google¨ has also become a verb in Spanish: Googlear = to Google something (no joke)

- Spanish people like being happy and having fun...and they dance whenever possible. At the New Year´s practice, we learned a few songs, including the Spanish Hokey Pokey and ¨Quando te toco, vas loca¨ (When I touch you, you go crazy), a dance that spreads virally, because every person who´s touched by someone doing it has to join the fun.

Okay, that´s my update for now...be back soon, possibly next time from Paris! We leave tomorrow afternoon, SPT...eeks! Better learn French soon!

¡Ciao!

Siesta, Fiesta, repeat...

Alright people, Mikey here, on day three of our trip. I gotta tell you, its kinda cool being the minority. We´ve run into all sorts of language barriers, and conquered most of them, but not elegantly. We´ve had some interesting experiences too. Lets start from the end of day 1...

After the usual arrival, walking around, and gathering our collective wits that first day, we decided to do something cultural, in case we were too incapacitated. Enter the Reina Sofia Museum. We saw original works by Miro, Picasso, and Dali. It was an amazing place, and the city around it embraces the museum as two others are in the vicinty, and it is known as the art district. However, you dont wanna know about that... Lets get to the good shit...

So after we finish blogging for you guys the other night, we decide to leave the cafe, and go get something to eat. We went to a place known as VIPS... nope, not pronounced v.i.p`s, but VEEPS. We get there, and the store the restaurant is in has another restaurant, AND a convenience store... all in one. We eat, (they had good burgers :) )and decide after wards to go enjoy a night out. We hear about this club thats held in an 18th century palace, and are WAY too curious. As we approach this monolith of a building, we look on to nothing but three bouncers out front. Upon approach, we get into line, which at 12:30, wasnt bad at all, seeing the clubs dont start filling until 2 or 3. 15€ to get in (you know your impressed i found that sign on this weird ass keyboard, dont lie) and it comes with a drink. So we ascend the marble staircase into what can only be described as a mansion of the 7 sins. Nicer than any club ive ever seen in America, this place had it all: at least 12-15 different rooms, all with bars, as well as hallways adorned with mirrors and beautiful bodies every where the eye could see (btw... fat people are very scarce in madrid... to say the least, im easily found when lost.) We get our free drinks, and begin to enjoy. This place also kept almost all of the original decor, so its like partying in Wayne Huizengas crib. A night of dancing and fun runs into a commercial break when i go for my second drink. Not remembering i didnt pay for the first one, i order the same red bull and vodka. She then takes half of my wallet and smiles. It was a cute smile. But it didnt change the fact that i just paid 11€ for my drink. Well, to make a long story shirt... that night was expensive, but worth it. We partied in a friggin mansion guys... yeeaaahh

We wake up.. the room is dark, as we have no windows, only a double door heading out to the balcony, and so as we awake, we open it to find the city bustling with busy bodies... Wow Madrid wakes up early. Upon closer examination i find that it is not early at all... 2 pm. SHIT! That went fast. So we get up, get ready, and head for the tour bus. Madrid Vision. That stands for Madrid Vision for all you laymans. We take the bus all around Historic Madrid, seeing the Prado Museum, a whole buncha old shit, and danny ducking tree limbs as the bus would occasionally hit a few. (please see video for more from the Vision Tour. ) So now i will relinquish to Danny for the second part of this two part blog (for time purposes) BTW, he got to write about all the cool shit, so enjoy his... ill get the cool shit tomorrow...

PS. The videos lookin to be pretty friggin cool, so read up on here, but know that the best is yet to come.

¡Hola de Madrid!

Mikey and Danny here in the city que nunca duerme. The reason why we steal the title from nyc is simple: the clubs here dont even OPEN until midnight, and stay open til the sun comes up, and in some cases til 10AM. Take that, big apple. That said, after an overnight flight where we landed at 3am our time, we did sleep. Siestas rock.

So far on our voyage, we have learned a few things. Here´s our top 10 so far:

uno) Much like Miami, everyone in Spain seems to know exactly three words of English

dos) "OMG" translates to "QMD¨(Que Mi Dios), as we learned from a teenage girls' gossip magazine

tres) Two things in life are certain: Hot Dogs and Starbucks

cuatro) Spain Hearts Ham

five-o) Waitresses are NO WHERE near as friendly when they dont work for tips, ultimately shooting down Mikeys theory that all waitresses love him for him :(

seis) The drinking age over here is 16, and the legal age of consent is 13...don´t ask how we know this

007) Danny Hearts Siestas...and ham

ocho) Spaniards live like college students: midday naps, late-night meals, party til dawn and work if you have time

nueve) Madrid loves gambling, demonstrated by half-mile lines for lottery tickets and casino cafes on every block

the big 1-0) Judging by how we´ve struggled in a country where we´ve studied the language, in France...We´re f*cked

So its just past 9 o´clock SPT, (Spanish people time) and we gotta go get ready for dinner, then wé´re hitting up the bar and club scene, so expect a much more exciting blog tomorrow. Hasta Luego Peoples

PS. We are also making a documentary on our travels to bring back for everyone, so our stupidity is on record. Dont expect blue planet or anything, but hopefully it´ll be a good insight into our trip. PAZ!