¡Buenos días!
One of the luxuries of the Lausanne program, in addition to
our gorgeous homeland and our central location on the European continent, is our
ability to travel every weekend we’re here (save for the weekend between our
finals weeks and the first weekend of our orientation weeks), made possible by
our three-day weekends (Friday through Sunday). While you’d think that this is
a lot of time to travel and see Europe, it’s really not that long. Unless you
leave on Thursday night after your last class and return late on Sunday (you
can’t return after midnight on Sunday, or you get counted as absent in all of
your Monday classes, and an absence on a Monday (or Thursday) counts as two
instead of one), you will only really spend a day and a half in any given
place. Since our main means of transportation is via train, our travel days can
be extremely long, so that sometimes leaves only a day to see a city. However,
every semester we get a long weekend, which is a five-day weekend extending
from Wednesday until Sunday (again, you can leave after your last class on
Tuesday if you wish). I spent this semester’s long weekend with my roommate,
Alexa, and two other roommates, Hank and Jonathan, in Madrid, Spain. ¡Vamos!
The whole process of going to sleep and getting up in the
morning was a bit stressful (a bit meaning really
in this situation). The night before we left, I was busy working on a humanities
paper I had due the following Tuesday, and had decided at around seven o’clock
pm to change my topic. I was so stressed that I decided not to join in the fun
of the house’s Halloween party (worst decision I’ve ever made…). On top of
that, I hadn’t packed for my trip, printed my boarding pass or hostel
reservation, or filled out the travel log, so I found myself packing in my room
from midnight until 1:30 in the morning. After a measly hour and twenty minutes
of sleep, my roommate woke up to take a shower. Being the light sleeper that I
am, I stayed awake for the next half hour before it was my turn to hop in the
shower. At four o’clock we rolled out for our 4:20 train with another group
that was heading to the airport as well. About twenty minutes into our
40-minute train ride to the Geneva airport, my roommate started arguing with
one of the boys. At that point I knew it was going to be an interesting trip.
We arrived at the airport, went through security with no
problems, and got on our airplane. The instant our plane’s ignition was turned
on, a terrifying sound resonated through the plane that sounded like a saw
cutting through the body of the plane. I’m not the best flyer, so this sound
set me on edge and set my heart on a racehorse’s pace. To be honest, I was
quite convinced the plane was going to break down on the takeoff, but tried to
calm myself. As you can all see, since I am able to write this today, the plane
did not crash or blow up or get sawed in half. Which I am beyond thankful for. And
about ten minutes into the flight, the horrifying sound stopped.
An hour and fifteen minutes later, we landed in Madrid! After
exiting the plane, we made our way to the metro to find our hostel. After
twenty minutes on our second metro train, Hank noticed that it looked like we
were heading into the outskirts of the city, and that we were supposed to be
staying in the old town of Madrid. He asked an older gentleman sitting across
from us if we were heading in the right direction, and found out that we had
passed our metro stop seven stops ago. So we had to disembark and go almost all
the way back (we were supposed to get off at the second metro stop…oops!). At
the metro station, Alexa asked the police where our hostel was in relation to
the metro station. However, since she didn’t know much Spanish and since the
policemen didn’t give the best instructions, we couldn’t find it, or the street
it was on. That led to another hour of searching, lugging our luggage and
asking person after person where the street we were looking for was. Finally we
found it and checked in around eleven. However, we couldn’t go into our room
until three, so we had to find something to do in the meantime, but they would
hold our luggage for us. So we decided to get some tapas for lunch and to see the Plaza Mayor and the Palacio Real.
(Plaza Mayor)
(Alexa, Jonathan, and Hank in Plaza Mayor)
(Palacio Real)
The palace was stunning. We were able to go in (Alexa and I
were smart and brought our student IDs, so we got a discounted entry price.
Note: when in Europe, always take advantage of your student ID!) and walk
around. Every single room was extensively decorated, and it reminded me a lot
of Buckingham Palace. One thing I noticed about the palace was how many Chinese
paintings there were. There was even an entire stateroom filled with Chinese
paintings on the walls and ceiling. After seeing the palace, we stopped by the
armory and marveled at the helmets with pictures of demons and intimidating
beasts on them. Once we left, the line to get in was at least ten times as long
as it was when we first came, so we were thankful that we had come early enough
to beat the crowds. We then walked around the palace onto the street.
There, we
saw an interesting looking painted rooftop and Alexa, Hank, and I decided to
look for it. Jonathan decided to stay at the small park next to the palace
until we returned. Our scavenger hunt did not lead us to the building we were
looking for, but we did encounter two different parks – one normal one and
another one with Egyptian ruins that overlooked the city. We then continued
searching, but couldn’t find the building. So we got some ice cream and
returned to the palace, only to find the building and realize that we had
passed it before. We gathered Jonathan and headed back to the hostel, stopping
at a jewelry store to buy some turquoise bracelets. We got our room key, and
settled in to our hostel room.
Keeping with Spanish tradition, we then took a two-hour
siesta. Which was much needed. Afterwards, we went out to get our hands on some
paella for dinner. We found a nice
little restaurant that served it and stuffed our stomachs with the delicious
Spanish plate. Because it was Halloween, our hostel was having a special event
with its sister hostel nearby, with free sangria at our sister hostel followed
by bar hopping. We decided to try it out, but 1. the sangria was cheap and
disgusting (which should have been expected, since it was free), 2. we were
just playing drinking games instead of actually being social and getting to
know other people, and 3. I was far too tired and grumpy to go dancing with my
companions, so I asked if we could just go back to the hostel and sleep. The
boys agreed with my suggestion, and we decided to go back and rest since we’d
had a long day. Alexa wasn’t too happy about our decision, but it was for the
sanity and health of our group that we didn’t go out that night.
The next day we got up, got some breakfast from the tapas restaurant we’d eaten at the
previous day, and went to the Prado Museum (I got in for free!).
(Museo del Prado)
On the way
there, we saw the most adorable beagle
puppy, and Alexa and I went up to his owner, a friendly and cheerful little
kid, and asked if we could pet his dog. We asked and found out that his name
was Gumer. Gumer! So cute! Of course I got some pictures of him, and fixed my
need to pet an adorable dog.
(GUMER!)
Since I was writing my humanities paper on
Venetian Renaissance paintings, the museum helped me develop my ideas and gain
more knowledge on the subject. Plus, we got to see all of the famous paintings
and painters, like Las Meninas and
Goya, which I had learned about in high school, so that part was really
exciting – I finally got to see the paintings and the museum that I had learned
about in Spanish class since I was a measly middle school kid. We then took a
break from museums and visited the botanical gardens next to the Prado, where
we took pictures, looked at the beautiful scenery, and talked.
After our jaunt
through the gardens, we visited the Reina Sofia (I also got in for free – thank
you Pepperdine ID), which was nothing like I’d imagined it would be. I had no
idea it was filled with modern art, which I’m not a big fan of in the first
place. We had only really gone to see Picasso’s Guernica, but since the boys had to pay full price, they wanted to
check out as much of the museum as possible. So we did that. And then we
encountered the floor filled with propaganda from South America in the 1970s.
After being sufficiently depressed and freaked out by that, we encountered a
separate exhibition, and a piece that took up three rooms. The first room had a
white light projected by an empty slide projector onto a white screen and a
chair in front of it. Every few seconds, the slide would change, still with
white light shining on the screen. Though the lights were off in the room,
lights from the room before it still illuminated the space. Then we moved onto
the second room, which was pitch black except for a white light that was
projected onto a white sphere. Over the speakers was an uncomfortable noise.
The white light fluctuated with the pitch of the voice. It took me a while to
figure out what the sound was until I realized that it sounded like a man being
beaten to death. His screams filled my brain, and my heart picked up its pace.
I then moved into the third room, which was pitch black and silent. I was
freaked out more than words can express, and so I anxiously asked my companions
if we could leave. They weren’t quite as freaked out as I was, but they agreed
that we should leave.
After departing the museum, we got lunch at a restaurant
affiliated with our hostel, and then walked back to our hostel to take another
siesta when Jonathan and I remembered that we had seen these two-foot long
pieces of candy that we wanted to buy. Hank decided to take his siesta and
Jonathan, Alexa, and I went back to Plaza Mayor to buy some candy. Then, we
went to Plaza del Sol (the plaza we had entered the previous morning from the metro station) and went browsing and shopping. We stopped at a jewelry store, Sephora, a
soccer store, and a few clothing stores.
(Plaza del Sol)
Alexa had wanted to go to Zara, but we
couldn’t find it (I had asked someone in Sephora where it was – in Spanish –
and she had told me the right directions, but I just didn’t realize that we had
to go farther than we had in order to find it) until we were walking back to
the hostel. Of course, we had to go in. There, I bought some heels and a
sparkly blue dress, and Alexa bought a sweater. Happy with our purchases, we
went back to the hostel. I got on my phone and had a spontaneous freshman year roommate, Ruth! It was such a great conversation, and even though I know I was supposed to be living it up in Madrid, it was great to talk to such a great and lovely friend!
We were supposed to go to a flamenco dance show that night
at the other hostel, but when we got there, they informed us that the dancer
had gotten in a car accident, so the show was canceled. To compensate for any
inconveniences, they said we could go bar hopping with the hostels for free. So
we went out and got a quick dinner and returned to the hostel in time to leave
for the event. Overall, the venues were so fun, especially compared with a bar
that Pepperdine students frequent back in Lausanne. Here, they had great
dancing music, and the people from our hostel were really friendly and nice to talk
to. I even got to talk to some locals in Spanish and practice my Spanish
speaking skills, which I apparently haven’t lost, thank goodness! Basically the
whole night was filled with dancing and talking to other hostel guests (who
weren’t drinking much, or anything, and by default, I could actually have a
good conversation with). One of the guys from our hostel was from France, and I
also got to practice my French with him, which was encouraging, since I hadn’t
really talked much in French outside of our French class, to be honest. After
visiting four bars, we decided that we were tired out from dancing and the loud
music and returned to the hostel at, yes, four in the morning.
The next day, we got up and went to Toledo on a day trip. I
hadn’t realized how close the city was to Madrid, and it was nice being able to
get out of the city and see some new scenery. Our driver dropped us off near a
museum, and we essentially wandered around the city for a good six hours.
There, we visited the cathedral, and pretty much every part of town. Sadly, we
hadn’t done any research on the city before arriving, so we didn’t have an
agenda. But we got a lot of walking in regardless, and got to see many cats!
(ahahahaha silly cat!)
Even though it was a cool little city, there wasn’t anything extremely
remarkable about it, except for the view of the countryside and the river. Our
driver picked us up at four and we returned to Madrid for the rest of the
evening. Again, we took a siesta and went out to dinner afterwards. Once more,
we returned back to the hostel, packed, and went to sleep early.
Saturday morning our alarm had somehow not gone off, so we
had to rush to get out of the hostel and to the airport on time to make our
flight back to Geneva. We literally woke up and were out the door in fifteen
minutes, running the whole way to the metro station. Since we were all upset
about not waking up on time, tensions were high between all of us, which did
not make the trip to the airport any fun. Alexa and I had to constantly remind
the boys to stick with us instead of walking ahead of us. When we arrived at
the airport, it turns out that we had a lot of time to spare, actually. So we
grabbed some donuts from a shop and sat in the waiting area, where we ran into
three other girls from our program, who had been in Barcelona for a few days,
and had come down to Madrid for a day. We caught up on each others’ travels and
boarded the plane. Sadly, my carry-on bag was slightly too big to be considered
a carry-on by the airline, so I had to check it for a fee of fifty euros – not
a happy thing for me to hear. But once we were back in Lausanne, I was so
relieved to be home. So relieved.
That’s when I realized that I was essentially done with traveling for the rest
of the semester (well, save for my trip to Paris the following weekend). I was
already so over traveling and just wanted to spend my weekends catching up on
sleep and work, since I hadn’t done either in a long time.
All said and done, my trip to Madrid was great. I loved the
city, and although I didn’t love the company, it was a good trip. I’m so glad I
got to go and experience the culture I had spent seven years learning about in
middle and high school.
¡Hasta luego!