Last weekend, my friend Chantelle (she’s from Eastern, #truemu) and I went to Madrid all by ourselves just like grown ups! It really was a nice little trip and we didn’t spend too much money.
We travelled by bus–the company is called Socibus– to Madrid on Friday morning. Miguel drove us to the bus station, and Pilar packed us lunches for the bus ride. Now let me tell you, you don’t know a clash of cultures until you are sitting in your 75 year old host grandfather’s BMW driving past ancient mansions and the Black Eyed Peas comes on the radio and he starts humming along. It was quite funny. All in all, the bus isn’t a bad way to travel if you are a college student with a flexible amount of time on your hands. My only complaints about the bus were that it left late, and I started to feel a little sick going through the mountains. However, the bus was clean and the stations were easy to navigate. Plus, it was really cheap. (There is also the added bonus of a good story to tell: we think that someone got arrested off the bus by undercover police officers–policía incógnito–when we arrived to Madrid. However, we could be wrong because it all happened in crazy fast Spanish.)
We stayed at Hostel Benamar, which was really nice and located within walking distance of cool stuff in Madrid. I was a little worried about the fact that it was a hostel instead of a hotel, but Miguel and Pilar looked at it online and it earned their recommendation, plus it had really good reviews online. For the price, we did really good! It was clean, our room and our hallway locked, and we had a private bathroom. But, tips for any travelers out there: did you know that your driver’s license doesn’t really count for identification once you leave the US? It was news to me, everyone wants to see your passport for proof that you are a real person.
On Friday we went to a late lunch at Steakburger, which is a really cool place. It reminded us of a coffee shop or hipster hangout in a big city: there were exposed brick walls and cool furniture and cool people. The walls and menus were newspaper themed, and the waiters wore newsie hats. Also, the food was the most american-like food that we’ve found yet.
That night, we went on a Sandeman’s New Europe tapas tour. (This is a really cool company: they do tours all over the world, plus we had the option to take the tour in English.) We of course took the tour in English, and amazingly, we learned a lot! For the tapas tour, we paid €14 upfront and got escorted to three different tapas places in the city of Madrid with our tour group. Our tour group had some college students like us, a few families, and a dozen rowdy Indian men from the United Kingdom.
The first tapas place we went to was really small, and they weren’t prepared to accommodate our big group. We got all shuffled up going in, and that’s how I found myself sitting at a table with a bunch of middle aged (please read: old) men with heavy accents who showed me a video of the salsa dancing club they went to the night before about four times. Chantelle ended up at the table with the other college kids, and I still don’t know how that happened. I got a free glass of tinto de verano out of the deal, though, so I can’t complain that much! Here we learned that tapas, the tradition that Spanish people have of eating a small amount of food along with alcoholic beverages, have about a million stories of origin. The two most common stories are as follows:
1. There was once a king drinking wine on a beach or somewhere sandy. For some reason, he left the table for a while. The servant waiting on him, tickled pink to be serving the king, was terrified that the king would come back to a sandy wine glass. So, he picked up a small plate of food from the table and placed it on top of the king’s glass to cover it. When the king returned, he asked what the servant had done. After he explained, the king ate the food and drank the wine. Then, he asked for another glass of wine, with a “tapa”. (“Tapa” means top or cover).
2. Back in the day, water wasn’t safe to drink, so people drank alcoholic beverages. The workers in the fields were really poor, so at lunch, they had to choose between buying something to eat or something to drink. Many of them chose a drink (on an empty stomach), and they would return to the stiflingly hot fields drunk, to get no work done or pass out. The king at the time noticed this phenomenon and made a law that restaurants had to serve a little portion of food with every alcoholic beverage. This improved worker productivity, and probably his wealth. And now, the tradition remains: there are still cities in Spain that serve tapas with your drinks for free.
Next we walked (uphill, Madrid was different than Seville in that respect) to a larger place that was kind of like a deli I guess, except it was really big. There was the most meat hanging on the walls there that I have ever seen in my entire life or care to see ever again. Here, we got to try beer and learn that traditionally, it was seen as really rude to leave your dirty napkin on the counter for your waiter to pick up by hand, so it was customary to just throw whatever napkins or crumbs you had on the floor. While it’s not widely acceptable to do nowadays, this place still does it.
The final place we went to was famous for its cider. Hard cider is apparently really common in northern Spain. The reason that it is famous, however, is the way that it is poured. The waiter holds the glass as low as possible, while he is holding the bottle in his other hand above his head. He pours it from all the way up there, only spilling a little bit, and it is quite cool to see. They do this so that the cider gets air in it. When the waiter pours you a glass, he hands it to you real quick and you drink it right away while it still has air in it (otherwise it is really bitter).
After our tour, we met up with some of the kids we had met and went to a few bars and a discoteca. We had a lot of fun! (It turns out that Irish people aren’t as heavy drinkers as we thought they were, but that is another story). Madrid is a really busy city at night, and you can’t walk down the street without getting hassled by people promoting bars and discotecas. They have business cards and walk with you when you try to get away. I was very disappointed to discover that my fail proof excuse, “I don’t speak Spanish”, didn’t work here: the club promoters know English as well as I do (to nab tourists, I bet! Shame on them).
On Saturday morning, Chantelle and I woke up to a beautiful day and went on a three hour tour with the same company (Sandeman’s). The best part was that the tour was in English so we learned a lot. Some highlights include why some of the windows in buildings are so weird, where to buy sweets from nuns, details about the extinction of Spain’s famous ancient royal family, and finally an explanation as to why ham is included in almost every meal here.
The windows in buildings such as this lovely yellow one are so crazy because the builders were trying to disorient tax collectors after a law was passed saying that half of your property could be taken from you and a stranger could be living in your home. They wanted to make it hard to tell where half was. Tricky, huh?
It really is interesting to learn about the history of Spain, and the people here are fiercely proud of where they come from, so they will tell you all about it. At one time, Muslims, Jews, and Christians all lived in the same cities, working and trading together, learning each other’s languages, and getting along. But then people started getting pushy. All of the sudden, everyone had to prove to everyone else that they were Christian (more specifically, Catholic). Surnames were changed: today there are last names with etymologies that are untraceable. They just appeared out of nowhere, probably to hide a Jewish or Muslim ancestor (remember that in Spain, you receive both your mother and father’s surnames). Suddenly, if you had guests over to dine at your house, you served ham, so that everyone knew that you ate the forbidden animal. Jewish people invented stews that “had to simmer for two days”… but they really didn’t. They would make the stew on Friday and leave it on the fire for Saturday so that they could respect the sabbath without drawing attention to themselves and have something to eat for Saturday and Sunday. People made a big show of having a ham leg hanging in the window of their homes, so anybody who came by wouldn’t be suspicious.
So now, this ham tradition lingers, centuries later it is an integral part of many Spanish dishes. People try to play religion off, and say that it doesn’t matter, especially in the world we live in now, but it totally does. It is everything, it is the reason that the world we live in now is the way that it is. It’s amazing to think about, but it also makes me kind of mad (partly because I am sick of ham). But just think of the level of fear, of desperation, that would have to be instilled in you to make you change your entire way of life, your last name, to make you eat a food you have been taught is a sin to eat. Being in Spain has made me think a lot about religion in general and more specifically what I believe. At times, I have been downright alarmed at the things that I have heard Christians have done throughout history. Being in the cathedral in Granada, for example, I was overwhelmed and almost scared because of what a huge display of wealth and power it is. When I read the bible, I fully understand the necessity to praise and thank God, but never in a million years would the thought cross my mind that he would want me to build this huge magnificent building and fill it with enough wealth to make you sick. The other day at school, we watched the movie Agora, which takes place in 4th century Egypt. Some of the first Christians burned the library of Alexandria because they feared that it was against God, and now there are centuries of history in shadow because all written records of them are ash. These first Christians skinned Hipatia the Philosopher alive, because she was “questioning God”. It’s a lot to take in, and sometimes I am ashamed to learn about the things people who were supposedly following my God have done.
On the tour, we also got to see the Plaza de la Amería and the (old) Royal Palace. Besides being rather pretty, the plaza is special because bullet holes from the Spanish civil war scar the marble it is made from, and the buildings around it. This is cool to hear on a tour on a sunny Saturday afternoon, until you realize that men probably suffered and died right where you are standing. Next to the palace, you can look over a fence and see a hill that was home to some of the deadliest battles from the Spanish civil war. You would think that there would be a memorial or a plaque or something over there, right? No. There is actually an amusement park. This just goes to show the attitude about the Spanish civil war that is still present in Spain: no one talks. It’s safer that way. People are still scarred by the events that occurred in this bloody bloody war. Other effects linger as well: people like to say that Spain is super Catholic, but it’s really not. Most people here are non practicing Catholics. At times it seems like only the old people attend mass on a regular basis. But this is because during and after the war, innocent people were imprisoned and tortured and killed by nuns and priests. And now, the grandchildren of innocent people murdered in prison want nothing to do with the church because they know who was responsible for all the pain. And can you blame them?
On a lighter note, Chantelle and I spent Saturday afternoon shopping and walking all over the city. While it was really crowded, we did get to visit a lot of neat stores. After a nap, we got dressed up and went out to dinner (filled pizza: very fancy). Then, instead of going out to bars like we had originally planned, we went on an intense search for Ben and Jerry’s ice cream (they have that here in Spain). Before we could secure a pint, though, we stumbled across something even better: a fifties style american diner. The decor was right, and so was the menu. To our excitement, Ben and Jerry’s milkshakes graced the dessert menu. When they finally arrived, we were somewhat disappointed. Spanish influence on an American favorite left me wondering how in the world they got double fudge brownie Ben and Jerry’s ice cream to resemble the consistency of chocolate milk. But it was still a milkshake I guess, so I didn’t complain too much.
All in all, Madrid is a neat city to visit. The people there are really proud of their history and traditions, and it is neat to hear about stories that have been preserved for so long. However, it seems that everyone and their brother knows that Madrid is a cool place, because the city is full of tourists. Because of all of the crowds, I didn’t feel quite as safe as I do in Sevilla. I definitely think the relaxed nature of Sevilla makes it better for students looking to study abroad.