Madrid - Oh how I miss Segovia

Gay pride parade. Big city. Lots of people. Weird people.


Not really the best time. We ended up leaving exhausted, tired, and ready to get back to Segovia. Sure, I enjoyed seeing the capital...the statues were cool, the shops were big, etc. But they always say there is no place like home...this has to apply even when you are studying abroad. Segovia, for right now IS home, and Madrid, is NOT.

It was actually really frustrating being there. The Gay pride parade was the biggest one Europe has even seen. Millions of people had to have been there. It was INSANITY! There were even people naked, with just their parts painted over. Boys kissing, piercings in and out of everybody part you could see, just plain craziness. I wanted to get out of there so bad. This was the difficult part. There were so many people everywhere that you could barely move.

Just like in Segovia, the roads are boardered with shops and apartments on top of those shops. So, as we would finally get to a clearing to try and take a back road out of the city to the metro...people from four or five stories up were throwing buckets of water from out of their windows. They were drenching people. The people on the side walks were getting soaked. Some were loving it. Some, like us, were not. We just wanted to get outta there. We waited until they would throw a ton of water out of the windows and then we BOOKED IT OUTTA THERE!

We fell asleep in the bus station - correction, I fell asleep - waiting for our bus the next day. Getting back to my bed in Segovia never felt so good. Maybe I really am just a small town girl after all?