This post is going up a little later than I’d hoped because recovering from my first weekend in Madrid is taking a little longer than I’d hoped (more on that later).
After picking up the boys from school on Friday and dropping them off at their grandmother’s house, I walked to the bus stop with my weekend bag slung over my shoulder. I was beyond excited for my first weekend in the city. Not even intermittent showers or the bus being nearly 30 minutes late (that’s Spain for ya) could wipe the giddy smile off my face.
On Thursday, I booked two nights in Living Cat’s Hostel near La Latina. I did so using the (fairly) new Hostel World app. TIP: If you’re planning a trip, download this app. I promise it will make your life so much easier. Plus, it’s free.
As always, I read through reviews of several different hostels before settling on Cat’s. Because I was traveling alone, I wanted a hostel environment that was conducive to meeting other travelers. Many reviewers complemented Cat’s on its hostel bar, which I agreed was a great spot to meet new people and chat over cheap drinks.
If you’re curious, I paid approximately 36 euros ($46) total for two nights in a 19-person dorm. In my opinion, it was a little overpriced for so many people in one room, but Cat’s is distinguished as one of “Europe’s Most Famous Hostels.” Because of its popularity among travelers, it can demand a few extra euros. Also, it was the weekend, which automatically means higher prices.
It took 15 minutes on the metro to get to Cat’s from the bus terminal at Plaza de Castilla. God bless the Madrid metro. It’s so clean. It’s so fast. It’s so easy to use. Being totally serious here, I think it might be the most efficient thing in the history of Spain.
After settling in, I ordered a drink at the hostel bar. It wasn’t long before I met Lianna. Another solo female traveler, Lianna, who is originally from Brazil, told me she is spending a week in Madrid to celebrate the completion of a month-long company project in France.
We bonded instantly over a glass of wine and decided to get dinner together. Around 10 p.m., we left the hostel in search of more wine and tapas. We were joined by another solo female traveler–Nina from Germany. It was inspiring to be around other women who share my passion for travel and aren’t afraid to get out and see the world on their own.
For the next two hours, we bounced around from tapas bar to tapas bar. I’ve come to the realization that jamón is life. Don’t tell my boyfriend, but I’ve fallen head over heels in love with Spanish ham.
Several glasses of wine and I don’t even know how many tapas later, we said goodbye to Nina, who was going to meet up with a friend, and headed back to the hostel. Even though it was after midnight, the party was only starting in Madrid.
Despite swearing off hostel pub crawls in Barcelona this summer, I somehow got conned into joining the group leaving from Cat’s. Lianna and I agreed how overpriced hostel pub crawls are, but after four hours of drinking red wine, I guess we decided to just go with the flow.
The night was a blur of drinking and dancing. Before I knew it, it was 6 a.m.! I tried to find Lianna, but we’d gotten separated on the dance floor while trying to avoid some creepy American dudes. Yep, I came all the way to Spain just to get stalked by the same bar weirdos.
Rather than walking back on my own, I paid the six euros or so to take a cab back to the hostel. I may be a budget traveler, but I know safety trumps saving a buck.
Once I got back to the hostel, I crashed. Three and a half hours later, I woke up just in time to catch the last 10 minutes of the free hostel breakfast. Surprisingly, I felt great and was excited for a day of shopping on Gran Vía.
I was in the first store when my hangover hit me. It took all I had to get back to the hostel, and when I did, I laid down and tried not to move for the next 12 hours. It totally sucked but served as a good reminder why you need to be cautious with your alcohol intake when you’re traveling. There’s nothing worse than wasting a day in an amazing city like Madrid due to a hangover.
That evening, I had to cancel my plans with Lianna to get paella. She was super understanding and even brought me Gatorade to help with my recovery. I was touched by her kindness. Solo female travelers have got each other’s backs!
Thanks to sleep, a shower and the tail end of a baguette from a French girl in my room, I was feeling much better Sunday morning. After checkout, Lianna and I made our way to El Rastro–the most popular open air flea market in Madrid.
Happy to finally get my shopping fix, I bought a new pair of sunglasses and a floral kimono. I even haggled the prices down a bit!
From clothing and jewelry to antiques and souvenirs, El Rastro (open every Sunday from 7 a.m. – 2 p.m.) is must-visit for any bargain-hunting traveler. Even if you’re not a big shopper, the market is still a sight to behold with its colorful stalls and packed streets. Just make sure to keep an eye on your purse or wallet! El Rastro is known for having many pickpockets.
After a day of shopping and one last tostada, I said goodbye to Lianna and headed back to Alalpardo. I arrived around 6 p.m., and I have basically been sleeping ever since.
Madrid, you wore me out, but I already can’t wait to go back (hopefully next weekend).
What’s your cure for a hangover?