After Pamplona (round 2) we headed back to Madrid (our home base?) where we met up w/ Ferrai and Steve (fresh back for Ibizia), crashed with Rob's sister Pam for a few days, and checked out the parks, museums and discotheques.
Here's a typical tourist shot -- a photo of some park who's name I can't remember. That's Steve in the green though.
Bear with me, things get a little slow in Madrid (home base, baby) so just suck it up and enjoy these shitty photos before moving on..
The same park, only with Rob and Mike getting all flirty.
Mike showing off the "unlucky" tattoo he woke up with in Ibiza.
Steve enjoying a little late night "recipe of the rural farmer" chips. This is about half an hour after he tried to shoplift a liter of water from 7-11.
Wednesday, Pam (who's been living in Madrid for two years) took us on this tapas tour all over central Madrid. Besides almost picking up two high school girls, we were treated to some awesome food and I had the pleasure of whooping Ferrari's ass on this old-school foos table.
Knowing Steve was leaving Friday morning and Rob was flying out Friday night, Mike and I trekked over to the train station in hopes of finding a way to make it down to southern Spain and back again. If you've been to Europe before, you know how the train station drill works -- take a ticket and wait for an hour or so. Here's us with #742 while they're now serving 702 = a solid hour wait.
Some random signs we enountered on the way: I think this one discourages the use of force fields in the elevator...
... while this one (seen on a dart board) is obviously used when you need to clone someone.
Rob Moore, idiot, all packed up for Boston. Ferrari and I left for our southern spain adventure shortly after this.
