I looked in the mirror one last time before leaving home in a hurry with which I would have liked. And late. He had been with my friends in a new neighborhood crêperie Bilbao in Madrid.
I got in the car, I changed the tuning of the radio, down the windows and started the engine, convinced that the world would to stop because I arrived half an hour later than expected. I drove quietly along the boulevards, enjoying every cell of my being in the landscape Madrid and its people, who were already prepared to walk the streets of La Noche en Blanco.
I do not know how long I tossed the whole the city looking for somewhere to park my car, but in the end, after several failed attempts getting on sidewalks, moving containers, and avoid signs for the disabled, I decided to scratch a little portfolio and enter into a public park.
As I got to Ne me quitte pas , a source of fun laughing at people down the stairs, bringing with her wonderful glasses of red Rioja, or choosing something from the letter, and prepared to see the Muna spectacle-the owner of the premises, had prepared for the occasion.
not remember the name of the artist, or writer, but I recognized that the dialogues presented last night were really good, bawdy, original, very well written and highly entertaining. The ideal home for a night in which leisure, culture and entertainment merge to give rise to thousands of people united by a common interest.
Around midnight verdejo changed my shot of a couple of bottles of water, ready to take the night walk that led me to discover the mysteries of the evening.
I went to Columbus , where he hoped to see a physical representation of the best known poems of Lorca. I liked a lot, but feel so surrounded sorry, too many people for so little action.
do not know what La Noche en Blanco will, but manages to convey a very special energy. I like walking down the street, covered with a small scarf, leaving my pituitary enjoy the smells of the city, noticing the well-lit shop windows, thinking about those boots would have liked both my grandmother Special ...
My night ended with a session of Trivial at my friend Bea, and although I was eager to continue to enjoy a cultural day, I think The White Night is a social event, a special occasion air our bodies in half de la Castellana no traffic, just a moment to visit the Prado free. Because let's face it: the who likes art, pay the 5 € entry and see Las Meninas quietly, without floods of people around. But not every day you can see giant swings in the Gran Via, or a massive Twister in Columbus, or a pool of balls at the Plaza del Dos de Mayo.
another year, it was worth . Repeat next year. Promised.
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