How can I
describe a perfect journey where I enjoyed with music, friends and bloody marys
in a few days? Easy… I can tell you step by step my long weekend in London in
the first days of July.
All started
when my friend Maite and I caught the bus at 4:00 a.m. in the morning and we
saw my workmate walking along the street through the window’s vehicle. Amazing!
I knew in that moment that it would be a fantastic travel. Why? Because meeting
someone in Madrid by chance is like looking for a needle in a haystack. It is extremely
rare. So It was a signal, I am sure.
The first
thing we did was to visit London a little bit. We had been there before, so we
concentrated in the North area. Candem market is awesome! I would say it is a
colour explosion of cloths, people and weird things. You can find over there
all that you can imagine. After some shopping we ate in a New Orleans
restaurant with bloody mary and spicy food. In the evening we walked by the
center area and bought two tickets for a musical called ‘We will rock you’,
which main plot was about a future’s gang fighting for freedom, setting by
Queen’s music.
Next day we
went to the Boss’ concert, Bruce Springsteen. We ate in a Japanese restaurant
in the mall near the stadium where the show would be celebrated. Once the doors
were crossed, we had the time of our life. We got the most of the day. We saw
four concerts alive, including Springsteen’s, lying on the artificial grass and
singing as two crazy girls. No words for it.
Our last
day there we spent visiting the center area again, but we found an unexpected
gay party because this day was the Gay Pride Day, so we could go for a walk by
streets with no cars but a lot of people. After this we caught a bus to see the
South area and came back to the hostal. I should confirm that we drunk bloody
mary again, just in case you doubt. Finally, we went to the musical, which was
terribly good, and then we went out with some English friends. I realized that
I could speak English well because they didn’t speak Spanish, ha, ha. Maybe I
should go there more than I do.
The day we
came back we had breakfast in a beautiful place, bought the newspaper, ate near
the hostal, with our trip’s drink, and took the plane to Madrid, not without
meet some nice guys in the way, but this… is another interesting story.