It's Gotta Get Bad Before It Gets Good

Last night was our first night out on the town and I did what all the cool kids are doing these days which is taking artsy photos of streets.

 Dinner at 9:00-10:00 PM (aka bed time) is going to be an adjustment but you know what they say, "Early to bed, early to rise, is the only way to go to Madrid and not socialize". Full disclosure, I made that up- no one will understand what you're aiming for if you use it.

Yesterday was also a big day because there were elections. If there's one thing I'm really bad at it's talking politics in Spanish. At least now I know my greatest weakness when asked in an interview.

This photo is of one of the candidates for mayor of Madrid's campaign poster. Some gentleman who loves his mom, I'm sure, put that charming sticker over her mouth. I took it off and now I have my first souvenir of the trip!

I love all the people I'm traveling with and it was great to have people to speak English with who understood my panic, but I'm not sure if it was the 1 euro wine or the lack of sleep or the 7 hour time difference or the top-notch quality of the people I left behind or most likely the fact that I have not left my house once without having a hell of a time getting back to it, but I was very, very sad when I tried to go to sleep.

Conveniently, it was early evening in the dirty 630, so I was able to vent a little. Inconveniently, my coping mechanisms are useless here because HBOGo, Netflix, and AmazonPrime TV are inaccessible in Spain.

Mother of Dragons,why have you forsaken me?

Also, the only movie I have downloaded to my iTunes is Ocean's 12, which is good, but not in my top twelve favorite movies by any means and I'm mad at myself for buying it.

Fortunately, I was able to Youtube sweet, sweet Amy Schumer; her crude comedy with a side of sleeping pills lulled me to a peaceful slumber.

I like to think this was the low point of my trip. Gracias, Amy.