Muy Triste.

Last night was epic, epic beyond epic.

I'm really starting to think that I'm Spain's good luck charm. They won the world cup when I was here, and won the Eurocup while I was here... Jeeze, I wish I were here for the olympics! No hay tres sin quatro!!

We didn't do much last night, I sort of just slept off the excitement, and recuperated from the day before... still working all of that out.

But we left Sevilla this morning, and made it to Madrid.

The team is here, right now. They just landed at the airport. They're probably within feet of me, maybe blocks, whatever. We're in a nice hotel brah, they're close.

They're going to do a parade like thing in the middle of the city, which I'm totes going to. They drive through Madrid in a bus, with the cup in their hands and the crowd goes wild. ARM, M and I intend on running after the bus. Oh, DR.R's daughter showed up. She's awesome, and she likes TVD... so I approve.


We took a bullet train to get here. I was expecting Harry Potter at first, which it wasn't. When I saw the train I expected Hunger Games... which again, it wasn't.
It was fairly similar to the trains I took in D.C. to get to the Mall... yeah, nothing special.

But it was quick, and easy, and we got to watch Puss in Boots in Spanish! :D

Amazing.


We just had a fantastic lunch at this restraunt right next to the hotel...everyone was sharing embarassing stories about what I'd done the night before, and what they'd done too...

I'm that girl right now.


Welp, lo que pasó en España, será en España.


I'm gonna go meet my future husband now.
(Casillas/Torres)


:)

<3
Buenas Tardes