The Spanish are bonkers. All they think about is partying. They party long, they party good, and they party right!

It’s been a while since I’ve had a night like that. Last time, we went to Cock*, a nice simple bar where everyone mixes together having a great time and throwing a few back. I met a girl from Vogue Espana**, a jewelry maker, a lawyer, the mother of a big family, a bohemian-type artist and then I don’t remember anymore… Pfff, I died laughing telling whatever stories to whomever walks in and I ended up trying to crawl on the tables.

So, yesterday morning, I slept through my alarm for the first time since 1956, but no worries, I be sayin’***, that’s just the sort of thing that happens in Spain.

I took a peek outside. The weather was beautiful, and I ran into Bimba in the Plaza de Chueca. We talked for a while and I was sorry that I had to take a plane a few hours later. She’s a funny one, Bimba. She’s a model, a singer, too, (Go and listen to the song Beauty in Vogue. It’s so gooood!) the niece of a bull-fighter, a mother, she’s covered in amazing tattoos, and I would have loved to have had more time to get to know her.

But it was already time to get going. Barcelooooooooonaaaaaaa, que tal****?


* Yeah, no seriously, I know. We spent the entire night making completely inappropriate jokes about it. How far is the Cock?

** Shit, where’s the jota on my keyboard?

*** At the point that I’m saying, “I be sayin’,” it means it’s prime hangover time, I be sayin’. And what I’m sayin’, I’m sayin’!

**** Ahhhhhhh haha, that’s the old tourist thing to say if you only know three words in Spanish. It’s so irritating. Tal’in great, thanks.

PS: Thanks for all the tips about Madrid. You guys are angels and totally helped me out, even if….. gosh, I had barely enough time to get to half of them. I be sayin’, trips need to take longer. You need time to make friends, get lost in the streets and in the beauty of a painting, party some, recuperate, sit in a café, do some people watching, and to do it all over again, even to the point of boredom. And what I’m sayin’, I’m sayin’! Bonne journée!

Translation : Tim Sullivan