Day 72
Day 72
Monday, October 23, 2006
Madrid/Valencia. Spain
Today we were rudely awaken by the phone, apparently the alarm didn’t go off and the train left in 30 minutes, Kent, Ian Cheddar and I crammed or things into our backpacks and rushed out the door. In the hustle I misplaced my 10 use metro pass and bought a new one, only to find mine again as I was boarding the metro. We ran through the train station and up to the security check where we were told that our tickets were for the wrong day. With 8 minutes to spare, we somehow managed to buy new reservations and run to the train, getting on with no less than thirty seconds to spare. On the train to Valencia we were supposed to be working on a guerilla design charette for a bicycle rack or a bollard, needles to say, I was too hung over to bother getting my sketchbook down from my bag. In Valencia we walked to the hotel where it took almost 45 minutes to check in for some reason. Some of the rooms weren’t ready and so I put my things in another room and changed into shorts and sandals, finally the weather in Spain was good again. Cheddar and I had some strange creamy ham and cheese sandwiches for lunch while everyone else went to McDonalds. After regrouping and getting my camera from the room we set off for the nearest train hub, which was located outside the city core, on the other side of the dry riverbed. On the way there we passed a ruins that had been built over with a pool of water on glass so that you could look down through the water at them, it was kind of gimmicky but still well done.
While we were waiting for the tram out to Foster’s Congress center Ali took a picture of some Spanish women and their shopping cart of food, which caused them to yell at us until their train came. The Congress center was pretty unimpressive, it was a nicely executed building but nothing out of the ordinary. We critiqued our bollard design projects and mine was definitely the lamest of the ideas. Riding back to town the tram was too full with rush hour traffic to even get off at our stop. We rode it out past the university to the beach. The beach reminded me exactly of a beach in San Diego that I used to go to with my Aunt and Uncle. Josh, Sky, Ali, Kent and I rode back into town, this time leaving Lynn and Damian behind as they tried to buy tickets. Back at the hotel I moved my things up to my hotel room, the only room on the whole trip that I shared with Joe, and read a little from my book. I took a shower and then read some more before dinner. We had dinner at another really good tapas place that Lynn and Damian picked out. After dinner Kent, Sky, Ian and I went to get some gelato, and we sat in a square watching some guys on unicycles. We went back to the hotel and watched some TV before bed.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Madrid/Valencia. Spain
Today we were rudely awaken by the phone, apparently the alarm didn’t go off and the train left in 30 minutes, Kent, Ian Cheddar and I crammed or things into our backpacks and rushed out the door. In the hustle I misplaced my 10 use metro pass and bought a new one, only to find mine again as I was boarding the metro. We ran through the train station and up to the security check where we were told that our tickets were for the wrong day. With 8 minutes to spare, we somehow managed to buy new reservations and run to the train, getting on with no less than thirty seconds to spare. On the train to Valencia we were supposed to be working on a guerilla design charette for a bicycle rack or a bollard, needles to say, I was too hung over to bother getting my sketchbook down from my bag. In Valencia we walked to the hotel where it took almost 45 minutes to check in for some reason. Some of the rooms weren’t ready and so I put my things in another room and changed into shorts and sandals, finally the weather in Spain was good again. Cheddar and I had some strange creamy ham and cheese sandwiches for lunch while everyone else went to McDonalds. After regrouping and getting my camera from the room we set off for the nearest train hub, which was located outside the city core, on the other side of the dry riverbed. On the way there we passed a ruins that had been built over with a pool of water on glass so that you could look down through the water at them, it was kind of gimmicky but still well done.
While we were waiting for the tram out to Foster’s Congress center Ali took a picture of some Spanish women and their shopping cart of food, which caused them to yell at us until their train came. The Congress center was pretty unimpressive, it was a nicely executed building but nothing out of the ordinary. We critiqued our bollard design projects and mine was definitely the lamest of the ideas. Riding back to town the tram was too full with rush hour traffic to even get off at our stop. We rode it out past the university to the beach. The beach reminded me exactly of a beach in San Diego that I used to go to with my Aunt and Uncle. Josh, Sky, Ali, Kent and I rode back into town, this time leaving Lynn and Damian behind as they tried to buy tickets. Back at the hotel I moved my things up to my hotel room, the only room on the whole trip that I shared with Joe, and read a little from my book. I took a shower and then read some more before dinner. We had dinner at another really good tapas place that Lynn and Damian picked out. After dinner Kent, Sky, Ian and I went to get some gelato, and we sat in a square watching some guys on unicycles. We went back to the hotel and watched some TV before bed.
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