Eurotrip, day 20

The tapas are indeed the greatest thing the Spanish thought of, next to leaving Portugal alone. Rafa took us to a place where we payed for two beers and ate like pigs for hours. Great service, I must say. Another nice walk around the center, to get a general idea before the gay crowd hit the streets.

Then the gay crowd hit the streets. Madrid disappeared underneath it. One hour to move 100m with ready elbows and the ass so tight I wouldn't shit for another week. I really felt threatened! Crazy night. Just a bit of calimocho for the way, 'cause my time is almost done...