Playing: Forget My Name-One Night Only
Reading: Elle July 2012
Hotel Atlantico, to drop off all our stuff. Our room was super adorable and they welcomed us with a basket of fresh fruit, which was great, since I was starving by then. The kiwi quickly disappeared, if you get what I'm saying. I loved how large all the rooms in Spain were compared to the ones in other European countries. Ahem, Ireland, I'm talking about you.
Mom: Just ask someone already.
Dad: The sign says it's over here. (The signs were pointing at each other like this: --> <;--, if you looked at different signs. There was no bathroom in between them, though.)
Audrey: Do you really need to go that badly?
Ted: Oh my god. Really guys. You went five minutes ago.
Oh and it gets better. Once we did find the bathroom, we couldn't find an exit, so we rode the escalators for awhile. It looked like we were choreographing Ok Go's next music video. Anyways, it's worth visiting this museum, if you're into art, but I don't think it's worth more than three hours.
Puerta del Sol, which is a huge plaza with a lot of twenty somethings hanging out. It made me wish I was in my twenty somethings that way I could chill with cool European boys. When I'm in my twenty somethings, I'll probably be hanging out with semi-cool American boys. Anyways, I saw a Topshop there and decided to check it out. I wasn't that impressed with it because a lot of the clothing looked like an H&M met Forever 21. However, I left with this very Beetlejuice backpack. (I'm not as obsessed with the movie as I may appear.) I've been wanting a nice backpack other than the typical Jansport that most high school students carry, so I was quite content buying this. Actually, other than a tube of paprika flavored Pringles, this is the only thing I bought there to bring home. There actually wasn't a lot in Spain that I was dying to buy. Have you ever felt that way during a trip before?