On a Sunday like this ... I, as a balance to my very cultural weekend in a cozy pub (because pay-TV) that seems very important for Spain, football match Real Madrid-Barcelona "seen. While the crowd celebrating outside (! 2-0) I write my report good, but beer shaped my words, O) So the weekend was so culturally: Friday night I was with Edith in a beautiful theater. Under the "Festival de Otoño (Autumn Festival, with particularly a lot of theater and dance), we have a modern flamenco piece " El Alma " (the soul) of two very exceptional choreographers seen. On Saturday I attended an exhibition by Nadia "Gustav Klimt" (yes, I have to a first in Spain Seminar on German art show to remind me how much I like the art nouveau) then we wanted to go drink a cup of coffee shortly. Waiting for a table outside a cafe at one time were the guy next to us a couple of MAC brushes (!) Out of the bag (boys, here we go .. to make up) I gathered up for him and it was hard for me to return it but the guy smiled gratefully and asked if we with him somewhere else like a coffee-of course! José (see 3rd photo, yes, the hemp leaf is silly ...) English (Sure, the name), 30, make up artist and gay. From the morning the night and my feet were doing was so sad at some point of my high heels, but it was a glamorous day. Jose has a few more hours talking about fashion when I was in a week! He also had a bag full of make-up and got us out in the café painted and tarot card that was frighteningly true ... but I am also very receptive to something. Today we wanted to go to the Reina Sofia Museum, but the Spaniard without a cell phone and in bad weather is not released after twenty minutes, so Nadia and I are second to go and have let the day's events. Apropo bad weather ... yes, here it is raining at the time (grummelgrummel) and Friday at ströhmendem rain on the way to the university, I suddenly had two parts of my "Paraguas" in your hand! In the afternoon I went with the two parts of my screen in the "chinos" Load booted and tried converting it! But the Chinese just laughed, it was fortunately his wife remembered me and gave me a new (beautiful color-less). So-called "chinos" there are at each corner and one can buy everything there: plastic flowers, tableware, stationery, jewelry ... everything cheap. There, I just bought my lovely plaid hot water bottle (see 2nd photo). "Chinos" celebrating the people care in the night with baguettes and beer cans, as there is no "kebab" is (at least none that have on the night) the only thing you can get here 24 hours "churros"! Another characteristic of this picture City: Africans, the burned DVD, or "designer" bags for sale on a small ceiling with rope and when a cop is near-zag, pulled together and ran away with the bag on his back. Make me this faces that look more frantically in all directions, sorry for the police. Madrid has just too rough sides: now I turn not to excuse, if I jostle someone who is often happens here and no one apologizes to no one. There are days when can do it really aggressive. "Aggressive" seems way, sometimes my philosophy professor who is so zealous in his element, that one might think he cry together the seminar, if one does not understand what he says. What else: the buses never come here at a certain time, on the tables is, for example: every 6-9 minutes during the day and night all 12-19 but the penitents waiting when you come along and open can also be someone outside of the door stop . Ah yes, here on Thursday was of Solidarity for women with breast cancer and in this context, the "supermodelos 2006" a passage down the catwalk in the Corte Inglés (department store in Spain) have made. I have long wondered which photo I put here purely, many also came to nothing, as were all good places to TV cameras. But I like the first image, the left looks anxiously at the right hand, and the same looks as würde sie gleich vom Beckenrand springen. Dabei müssen sie nur in 10 Zentimeter Highheels die Treppe herunter, ohne auf den Boden zu schauen und dann auf dem Laufsteg lächeln! ;O) Und zum Schluss: ich wurde hier übrigens schon für eine Amerikanerin, Polin, Französin und eben Deutsche gehalten. In diesem Sinne, bis nächste Woche. Wort zum Sonntag: "El Polichinela"- der Hanswurst. So heißt eine Hauptfigur in einem spanischen Theaterstück von 1908, das ich zu lesen habe. Gar nicht einfach. Naja, andere Leute machen Soduko ;O)
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