so I´m at an internet cafe in toledo. internet cafes anywhere always seemed to be closed the hours I want to use them. yesterday I left madrid, which is rather like the los angeles/long beach of spain. it´s urban, there are nice neighborhoods, but there is nothing to do except get drunk and make comments about spanish women who are out of your league. generally speaking, all spanish women are out of an american´s league.
yesterday I went to toledo, which is a super medieval city on a hill. it´s gorgeous, but clogged with tourists. I was wandering the streets around the cathedral when I heard a violin trio. I followed the music until I got to the central plaza in front of the cathedral, which is fucking MASSIVE. the violin trio was amplified, providing the music for the most horrendous, gaudy, eurotrash fashion show. model attractive spanish dudes strutted down the runway wearing disgusting blazers covered with sunbursts and tribal designs and lightning bolts and shit. it was awful.
and I came to this realization that while yes, this city and most of europe are old and enchanting and full of history, it´s not like the cathedral from the 15th century or the military bunkers from world war 2 exist in a vacuum. people continue live in apartments next to the church that got bombed out during the spanish civil war that was never rebuilt and winos get drunk in roman ruins and part of the absurdity of romanticizing this trip and this lifestyle and this continent is you have to juxtapose it alongside the techno and the gaudy jeans and the shitty blazer midnight fashion show.
so fuck all that noise. I´m going to the south where I plan on working my giri tan and getting drunk for a week straight.
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