Day 47

This morning I checked out of m 2 star hotel that I had shared with Mark and rode the metro to my new hostel. The MAD Hostel. Which is very nice. Its three floors in the facade of a town square with a big sun roof. But as soon as I arrived, I left to meet the 'gang' in Plaza Tirso de Molina. We had planned last night to go to the market. THE market. A kilometer long road, maybe two, of booths and people selling clothes, pottery, trinkets, do-dads, gadgets, gizmos, whozits, whatzits galore, thingabobs and more.
We had to say goodbye to Maureen and we saw her off in her taxi. Then JP took us to a nice Spanish restaurant and then we said goodbye to him.
Then after sitting outside in the sun for a while, I left to go to the Prado museum. I was feeling the sun and my face is a little red but its not that bad... yet. I'll probably feel it in the morning.
Prado was... big. But it was good. It had a lot of high renaissance and Barogue paintings. But it was mostly portraits of people that I didn't recognize. I prefer landscapes. But I did see world famous masterpieces today. So that was cool.
But tomorrow, I plan on going out on a day trip from Madrid to Segovia to see a Roman aqueduct and other cool stuff.

What am I doing here? Wasn't I going to go back to Prague? Why was I going to go back to Prague? To sit around for a month and wait for my job in France? Mhmmmm...
I'm going to email around to the hosts of helpx.net to see if I can find something to do until March 25th when I arrive in Paris.
I could volunteer work on a farm, or in a hostel, or in a BnB, or other random stuff in exchange for a free bed and food. This website is great because it helps travelers as well as the hosts who need some extra hands around their olive orchards or maybe their yacht in the Mediterranean. Who knows?

Once again, my plans are chucked out the window with much abandon.
Wasn't I going to stay in Prague as an English teacher for adults?

Aw well. Carpe diem

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Day 2

Image
Day 2: 1/2/08 I got up early before my 'roommates.' They came in last night around nine when I decided to go to sleep around nine cause I was tired after all the traveling. Then they came in again around midnight. No worries. At six, I got up, got ready, and got going by seven. I went directly to the metro station to the wrong place. Once I figured out where I was, I hopped on the next metro and took off for Old Town. Road signs are small and hard to notice... and in a different language so it took some time for me to figure out where to go. But then I ended up on the other side of N- road. I found myself staring at the St Charles Bridge. So I went across it. The Prague morning was dark and chilly but the sun was starting to rise. The sound of water flowing over a dam and birds cawing at each other was all I heard. Hardly any people were up, much less on the bridge. Someone is doing some reconstruction on the centuries old bridge, which is understandable. But what was not unde...
Read more

Day ?

March 21 Near Frankfurt After two extraordinary weeks in rural Italy, digging holes, chopping wood, and planting vines, I have arrived in Germany. I am with Chris who worked at Triple R last summer and he and I have anxiously wrote to each other back and forth trying to figure out a good time for me to visit. The time has come and so here I am. Today we visited Frankfurt and went up Mein Tower, walked across the river and did all of the touristy things that neither he nor Rita had done before. That's right, I almost forgot I met up Rita, Laura and Stella yesterday all who were at Triple R. How did I meet up with these folks? I went with Christian to their school! In Germany. Yeah, I'm that cool. But not that cool. All but the English class was in German and I did not understand much to say the least. But it was worth the visit to get to see them and paint in art class. To explain rural Italy on this blog would be very taxing. It was a great experience and I would gladly do som...
Read more

Day 1

1/1/08: FRANKFURT Well, I'm in Europe. I'm currently writing from Frankfurt airport where I landed from my overseas and overnight flight. It might have been the turbulence or the screaming child two seats next to me, but for some reason I didn't get much sleep. Trying to start a conversation with the guy next to me, it went as follows: “So how are you doing?” “Good... you? “Yeah good.... You fly much?” “Yes.” And that was it. He didn't seem to be a big talker which was fine cause I wanted to sleep.. but couldn't. So instead, I watched a little of one of the flight movies: Fred Claus and wasn't deeply impressed. And of course it wasn't till we almost landed that I realized Monk was on another channel. And it was the episode where he was in the psych ward with Santa Claus. United Air must have thought it's the holidays or something. They passed out a late dinner and I had a good ravioli-pasta- thing. Its misty here so there's not much to see. I'm ...
Read more