The Best of Spain

Hola Todos

Lets see the best parts of spain so far would have to be (in no particular order)...
1. I met some random German kids on the side of the street while I was hanging out with Yanfrank, the greatest venezuelan hype man the bar industry has ever seen. We enjoyed some non-alcoholic beverages supplied by Frank's co-worker, for it was her birthday, and proceeded to waddle our way to a discoteca. The lights shined bright until 7 a.m., where the rising sun illuminated my way home for a quick hour and a half of sleep.
2. 22 hours later with the same aforementioned German friends, I found myself at an all-night fast food restaurant under the alias of Leonardos. After mastering the near impossible-to-use order ticket machine they swear by, the number 9 raised me to a plane of sheer nirvana that only Aldous Huxley could properly describe in enough detail to do it justice. Lets just say it was the best hamburger I've ever had shy of Blimpie Burger.
3. One day I enjoyed a quick jab at football in the hood with locals and got destroyed; however, when some spanish thunder-foot Apollo 13'd the ball on top of a walled off ledge, guess who's lanky 6'3'' guest was proud to risk his life in the literal snake pen where the ball rested - a good 10 feet or so above with an entire family of snakes, unfathomable in their poison delivering abilities. And while most who viewed my first attempt at parkour in Spain would say it was a complete failure, I would have to deny such notions with utmost prejudice as it was just a stepping stone (pun intended) to a greater calling of mine - ball retrieval.
4. Winning the world cup allowed a brief suspension of laws in Salamanca to allow me to ride on the back of a street sweeper at 4 a.m. into the plaza mayor from the doors of a discoteca, fist pumping my little self out from under the eyes of the conquistadors and former kings of Spain. That was quite the dukes of hazard fandango, if I may be so bold.
5. Finally, I went to Madrid this afternoon and got to experience the Reina Sofia, and what a hootenanny it was, Charley. I have never enjoyed a trip through a museum more, for my former times in art galleries had come to acclimate me to the shining features of the art world - silence, don't touch, lots of religious stuff, lots of dead kings and royals, rinse, repeat, ??, profit. None of that was present in the RS. There was a room that consisted of nothing more than a voice saying "(English noun goes here. Example: Monkey)... (pause)... (GIBBERISH)!!!" That took me down right to the seat of my pants it did. What a strange and magical place where every corner yields yet another surprise. Good jumpin Joseph, I need to go back there.

Love You All,

Tyler Hellner

P.s. pictures and video next week.