Matt and Meg do Europe.

My boyfriend Matt came for fall break. Mainly, I believe, so he could earn a place on this spectacular and groundbreaking blog of mine.

Meet Matt:



He arrived in Madrid early on the morning of the 17th, a Saturday, and we both left Munich on Sunday, the 25th. In between, we visited Madrid, Granada, Barcelona, Fussen and Munich. Adventures ensued, amongst other things.

Because I refused to completely fork over artistic control of this post, you are going to get an account from both of our perspectives. I guess I've become a bit of a diva with this blog.

So here goes.

Arrival

Meg: This topic is really just so that Matt can write about how excited he was to visit the grand country of Spain. I, on the other hand, have lived here for months and am a well-seasoned traveler. Nothing excites me anymore.

Matt: Spain is a wonderful far away land where fairies dance in the streets and unicorns fly through the air. That was the preview I got from Meg...it was definitely not true. Spain was however a great place with some really nice weather and (generally) warm inviting people. I liked it! I was also surprised and impressed with myself because I remember enough Spanish to order food and understand when people on the street were making fun of me.

Madrid

Meg: This could absolutely be in retrospect (more on this later), but I found Madrid to be relatively unimpressive. I say relatively because I have set the bar for European cities absurdly high. For example, did Madrid beat Gary, Indiana? Yes I do believe it did. However, to me, the city was big and crowded and drab. It lacked personality.

The closest thing we found to a quirk was El Rastro, an impressive and enormous Sunday flea market. Vendors flooded the streets selling everything from cheap knock-off soccer jerseys to zebra hides. It was weird, disorienting, chaotic, and great. It was Madrid's gritty underbelly. A city's market is where you'll find its heart.

Matt: Madrid is a loud, noisy, European city. It was founded in the 9th century, which is quite a long time ago, but it didn't really have much historical significance until Fernando and Isabel united Spain in the late 15th century. This meant a couple things, 1) For a city its age, Madrid is actually lacking quite a bit in history. It was a backwards out-of-the-way city in the middle of "Spain" for hundreds of years. 2) It was also the biggest city we visited and consequently didn't seem to have as much charm as some of the other places. Oh well, the people there spoke Spanish without an accent so it was fairly easy to understand them.

Real Madrid



Meg: I tell people that I grew up playing soccer. When I say this, I actually mean that I was the slightly chubby kid who chose to play goalie so that they could sit between the posts, lazily picking at the grass. Occasionally I would find four leaf clovers.

I never played soccer the way they play it in Spain. The speed and fluidity of the game was outstanding. The ball curves seamlessly from one player to the next as if everyone was hovering just above the grass...which in reality would probably be a little unnerving. The game, despite the headers, which just look painful and unnecessary, is really very graceful. But it wasn't just the players that struck me. The fans too were different. I expected a drunken party, utter chaos, but what we got instead was silent, intense concentration. I guess if anyone takes soccer seriously, it's the Spanish.


Matt: One of the things that I was most looking forward to on this trip was the opportunity to go see some Spanish futbol. I like soccer and I also wanted to see how Europeans treat big time sports. It's one of those things that I never really thought about much, but in the U.S., there are a lot of big sports all the time and its really easy to get into something. If you like football, sweet! If you don't, you can choose to enjoy basketball, hockey, baseball, volleyball, whatever. However in most other countries, this discussion starts and ends with soccer. Soccer = sports, soccer = life.

Needless to say I was expecting to see a lot of really charged up people. When Meg informed me that the tickets she was able to get were way up in the top of the stadium, I was considering buying a bulletproof vest and bringing a knife. And I sure as hell was going to make sure to wear white (Meg made this easy by getting me a sweet Real Madrid jersey for my birthday, thanks Meg!). I had seen some crazy things on YouTube and spent a portion of my fall reading about soccer disasters on Wikipedia.

The game was nothing like any of this. It was very different from an afternoon at Camp Randall (which was what I was expecting) and it was wonderful. All 80,000 people that packed Estadio Santiago Bernabeu were there for one reason, to watch the game. While the ball was in play, 80,000 pairs of eyes followed it. No one talked, no one moved, everyone watched with a quiet intensity that I envied. It was awesome.

Goodbye Things

Meg: Enough about soccer and grace, Monday morning was when I officially decided that Madrid is not for me. We were at the Madrid bus station on our way to Granada and, long story short, I got all my stuff stolen. Okay, not everything - just my purse, which happened to hold virtually everything valuable I had with me. Camera, passport, ipod, wallet, credit cards, glasses, all-bran granola bars: gone. Yes, I know that they are just things. They are all replaceable and I have already mourned their sudden and unexpected deaths.

Mostly, I am sad for all the stamps in my passport. They were tiny tokens from each far away place, miniature greetings and farewells smeared in ink across the pages. Now it is like I've never been to those places. Now I have no proof! I guess I will just have to retrace the steps of my passport. Sigh. What a pain that will be.

Matt: This was definitely the low point of the trip. Some assholes decided that the way they were going to "make" a living was to take other people's stuff. I hope Meg's camera exploded when they turned it on. On a side note, with areas that are frequented by thieves (nearly everyone we talked to after this said this particular bus station was notorious for thievery), why the hell don't you put some sort of security peeps around? It would take like two people and everyone would get on their buses and go and have a nice time on the rest of their trips. Hey, at least we got to see what the inside of a U.S. Embassy looks like!

Granada



Meg: The familiarity of Granada was a welcome change after spending the whole day in the U.S. Embassy in Madrid. The embassy turned out to be one of the more depressing places I've been - defeated Americans and hopeful Spaniards waiting together in anticipatory silence. It was a glorified DMV, finished off with a generous helping of Ellis-Island-style desperation.

I tried my best to show Matt a slice of my life here, but mainly I rambled and felt self-conscious, worrying that the place I've been fanatically raving about for two months was not as great as I've thought. But watching Matt as we walked around town and the Alhambra, well, I think he liked it. I suppose I'll have to read his part of the blog to be sure.

Matt: This place was cool. I'm glad that Meg was there to show me around because the small windy streets would have been impossible for me to navigate. Granada was so much different from Madrid and is much more endearing. There was a multitude of fun looking shops, restaurants, and bars on every street and I wanted to visit them all. Our hostel was really nice and had a sweet name (Funky Backpackers). All in all, a great place and it only got better when we went to the Alhambra. That place is cool. Check out pictures and go, it is a really really cool place.

Ryan Air

Meg: Ryan Air, in addition to being an airline, is hilarious. The gate was announced about five minutes before departure and we all subsequently frenzied without any hint of order out the door and to the plane. It looked more like we were all drunkenly waiting for brats at a Badger game, rather than doing something fairly serious. Although, I suppose I should acknowledge that for some people boarding a plane isn't serious at all. I, however, prefer to board planes in a death march, preparing for an imminent and fiery end to my existence. The flight itself was unnervingly casual, but refreshing as well. Why not relax while careening 40,000 feet over the planet? Halfway through, the pilot came on the air to announce that the weather in Barcelona was...the same. Thanks for the laughs, Ryan Air.

Matt: This was probably the most ridiculous experience we had on the trip. Ryan Air announces boarding for their flights something like this, "The flight is leaving in 20 minutes, everybody get on the damn plane." And then there is a stampede of people trying to get the most desirable seats on the plane (don't know exactly where those are). Seriously, the people getting on these flights would bowl over their own grandmother if it meant they would get an aisle seat near one of the exit doors. The weather report was awesome, as was the scene that unfolded after the plane landed. When a Ryan air flight lands on time, they play this little song over the speakers in the cabin and everybody (or at least everybody who has been on one of these flights before), as if on cue, bursts out into a rousing round of applause. I sat there with my mouth agape for like 20 seconds and then burst out laughing because this was one of the funniest things I've ever been apart of.

Barcelona





Meg: If Madrid is one thing, Barcelona seems to be its complete opposite. Barcelona is young, flirty and full of life. There is an palpable exuberance in the air. After a tour of the FC Barcelona stadium, which ended up being surprisingly moving, we spent the day wandering, which is exactly what you should do in this city. We rambled down Las Ramblas (couldn't resist), passing what seemed to be the whole of humanity, side by side. Street vendors, human statues, a sea of oddities and eccentricities. It was enough to make someone want to buy a can of gold spray paint and stand very still on a street corner...

Matt: Barcelona was cool! Fun city to walk around in! Nice place to be! We went to a nice dinner (complete with paella served out of a pan that had to have been half the size of our table) and generally enjoyed ourselves. I'd like to go back sometime.

Fussen





Meg: Ah, the motherland. I'd like to begin by saying that my first meal in Germany was something listed on the menu as "a pair of wieners and a pretzel." All you Schumachers and Braunschweigs out there, I do believe I made you proud. After this lunch of champions, we visited the castles of mad King Ludwig: the famous Neuschwanstein and the not-so-famous Hohenschwangau (lesser known, I believe, due to its unfortunate name).

Disney's Cinderella's Castle is modeled after Neuschwanstein, which says a thing or two about its extravagance. Ludwig had a taste for unrestrained glitz. The fact that he only lived there a few months before mysteriously showing up dead in a nearby lake gives the place a demented feel - and who doesn't like that in a castle?

Matt: This was my favorite place on the trip. It was a serene town in the Bavarian alps and when we were there the weather was crisp (as it should be in mid-October) and the sun was shining. I also got to have some fun at the expense of Meg (who is terrified of nearly everything)*. When we pulled into the train station and walked to our hostel, it was apparent that we were a little late for our check-in time, no worries, however, as the directions I had said to just call this number from a phone that would be outside the door of the place. So, I did. And the guy I talked to was very nice and said that the room we had reserved was not at the location we were standing at, but on the other side of town. He then offered us a ride there if we wanted. Being that it was a cold night and I was sick of walking around with all my worldly possessions on my back, I took him up on the offer.

Meg was less than enthused at this and preceded to tell me about it for about 10 minutes until the guy showed up in a sketchy white van. At this point she was positive that this guy was going to take us somewhere up into the mountains, chop us up and no one would ever hear from us again. I figured we had enough bad luck already that such a thing couldn't happen. Turns out I was right, the guy couldn't have been nicer (although he did look like a character out of a low-budget horror film) and the room we had reserved was quite nice. Humanity owed us one and everything worked out.

The next day we hiked (errr walked along a nicely paved path) to the fun castles of King Ludwig. They were really cool and even more picturesque than I was expecting. If you're ever in Bavaria, you really should check them out.

* Editor's note: Although I would like to be able to defend myself here, I am, in fact, terrified of nearly everything. I make Woody Allen look like a Valium spokesman. However, the man who picked us up was absolutely in the last Die Hard and may have opted not to kill us because of how angry I looked.


Munich



Meg: To begin the day appropriately, we went straight to the BMW museum, which for all its glamor turned out to be a bit disappointing. Too many airplane engines and motorcycles, not nearly enough cars. I did, however, find my dream car: the 1984 M5. If anyone is feeling particularly generous, I'd gladly accept this as a graduation present.

We also went to see the Glockenspiel perform its daily dance. What a strange snippet of culture this is. Life-size dolls spinning atop a tower, with throngs of tourists below, craning their necks. The show is delightful, if bizarre.

And last but most certainly not least: the Hofbrauhaus. The only way to end the trip. After downing a heaping pile of cheesy Spaetzle for dinner, we made our way to the famed beer hall. This place is ridiculous in the best way possible. Rows upon rows of festive tables filled with rosy cheeked, loud and jolly crowds. Polka music! Giant pretzels! Enormous, delicious beers! If you don't have fun here, there's something wrong with you.

And so ended the trip. A good one, I'd say. One for the scrapbooks.


Matt: Munich was the type of European city that I really enjoy. It has lots of history (BMW was started here! Olympics! Bier!) and is super nice and clean. It was a good place to wander around for a day and another of those places I wish I would've had more time in. Meg has most of the highlights above and I don't want to hijack her blog anymore since I know its the only thing that gives her life meaning these days. All in all, great trip, gotta take the highs with the lows, and so on. Thanks for reading!

** A special thanks to Matt for all the pictures provided for this post. R.I.P. camera