Spain, you have been kind

Back in Madrid. The never-ending party that has been this Spain trip is about to end. I get on a plane at 6:30 tomorrow morning to head back to my much less of a party (but very pleasat)life back in portland, OR. But not to go out without style, Jessica and I have decided to opt out of a hotel for the night in favor of staying up all night and taking a cab to the airport at around 4:30 in the morning. And on a friday night in Madrid, that should be EASY.

And to continue witht the incredible, lavish stylishness of our last day, we treated ourselves to a little shopping spree in the discount fashion halls of this great city. Why doesn't portland have an H&M?? I got some kickin clothes for not very much money at all, and though my karma points may have dropped a notch or too (for supporting oppressive indonesian sweatshops and all) my fashion points are soaring. Well, for me that's not saying much, but i do like what i got. NOw the only trick will be fitting it in my luggage.

We spent last night in the white-washed Jewish quarter of Cordoba, a city that was once the capital of the western muslim world. They have this incredible builing, La Mezquita, which the muslims built on a church that they destroyed, after which the christians took over and turned it into a cathedral of sorts. So you have this incredibly strange, intense juxtaposition of ornate islmaic architechture and plaster work with gothic christian imagry. Only in spain.

Ok, on to the never-ending party that's about to end.