After Mallorca, my friend from San Diego and I left for Madrid. Madrid was another strange city. We were mainly in Puerta del Sol. It was also filled with foreigners, that weren’t from Spain. They seemed more backwards and less accepting than other countries. They were blatantly racist towards me, and would pull back their eyes to mock me as I walked by them. Bars would attract customers in with free drinks. When we entered, an air of shadiness would just loom over us. We had a few drinks, and just walked around, stumbling onto a three-way playground spring horse. We rode it back and forth, and being as drunk as we were, that entertained us for quite a bit. We eventually made our way back to the hostel, where we slept in the day time as planned, and lived in the evening. Our next step after Madrid was Faro, Portugal.