Today was extremely eventful. Following the day after our last time visiting COP25 and still glowing from yesterday’s photoshoot fever, we all set out for Toledo with the intention of taking full advantage of the day. First, we hastily made our way to the bus station, taking the subway to our destination. There, we picked up some small snacks at a store nearby and found our way to our seats. Then, I immediately fell asleep. When I woke up, after about an hour and a half had passed, and we had arrived in Toledo. It was a beautiful city, with the most gorgeous buildings and structures that paid homage to older Spanish architecture and detailing. We waited a short amount of time for another public bus to bring us to our central goal: the Alcázar de Toledo. It was a stone fortification located at the highest point of Toledo, once used as a Roman palace in the 3rd century. After we had arrived, we roamed the vast expanse of the sprawling space, taking photo after photo of the massive building and drinking in the incredible landscape. In between, we took a break in a nearby children’s playground, where we took turns on the swing set and let our inner children explore the shiny plastic equipment.
Once we had our fill of the Alcázar and the playground we made our way further into Toledo to walk around the area and take in more of the sights. We visited the Museo del Ejército, where we immersed ourselves in the deeply Spain’s unique cultural background. The group strolled through its hallways, admiring age old paintings and incredible sculptures. Afterwards, we stopped in at another museum, the Museo National del Prado. There, we enjoyed the wide array of colorful artwork and took in crucial information about historical developments throughout Spain. Since a few of us had been campaigning for it since the start of the trip, we decided to eat lunch at a McDonalds nearby. It was mainly just to get the experience of eating at a fast food chain in another country/continent; half convenience, half experiment. The place was in this plaza-like area with outdoor seating and other restaurants/food places nearby. Inside of the McDonalds was extremely crowded and we struggled to find a seat, let alone enough for eight people, but I think everyone can agree that it was worth it.
Once we had finished our meal and taken some time to breathe, we took the scenic route back to the bus station where we would catch the bus headed back to Madrid. We passed by sprawling hillsides, lush, green valleys, sun dappled rooftops, and breathtaking buildings. Everything from the cobblestone roads to the endless alleyways piqued our interest, as we snapped photos and overflowed with admiration almost every step of the way. In our sea of beautiful distractions, we had narrowly missed our bus back. But, another one pulled in behind it very shortly after, so no serious harm was done. This time I did not fall asleep, I promise. Instead, myself alongside some of the rest of us sat at the very front to take in even more stunning scenery (and enjoy the extra leg room). The open valleys made up of butter yellow and grassy green seemed to stretch on for miles, frames by massive billboards against the backdrop of the retiring sun. When we made our way off of the bus upon arrival and through the Madrid subways, we dedicated a good amount of time to souvenir shopping and further exploring any last unturned corners of our little bit of Madrid. Carly had recommended an extremely popular restaurant that was known for their paella, so that was the end goal of the night. We walked with purpose in the direction of our destination, stopping every now and then for pictures, window shopping, and conversations. When we got to the restaurant, it was closed but would reopen at 8:30. So, to pass the time, we did some more walking. A few of us needed the restroom, so we revisited another restaurant where we had eaten a quick breakfast on the day of our NYU class some days prior for a break. I was hit with a smal wave of nostalgia at just how quickly the days had passed. I remembered how it had barely set in that I was really and truly in Spain, a completely new country and continent, just as we were gearing up to head back to the States. Eventually, we made our way back to the restaurant. Once we were seated at our dinner table, its surface draped in white tablecloth and fine silverware, our mouthwatering paella was ordered (shrimp/seafood over rice and chicken/meat over rice) and our respective drinks were poured into dewy, sweating glasses. We talked, laughed, completed our nightly card game meant to reflect on the day/trip, and took countless photos. There was a slightly somber energy surrounding it, with us knowing that it would be the end of our final full day in Madrid. Dinner was, without a doubt, incredible.
After our eventful day, we followed up with some last minute souvenir shopping. Everyone made sure to pick up any and all remaining gifts and knickknacks for the people back home awaiting our return. It was a little chaotic, with many of the shops that we wanted to visit being closed for the night, but we all managed to make it through with at least a few gems to get excited about. Admittedly, we were relieved to have finally washed our hands of brightly lit souvenir stores and 7 for 10€ deals on magnets. We dutifully dragged our tired bodies back home, aka our AirBnB. Though we were exhausted, we were still buzzing with nervous energy and excitement, knowing our time here would be coming to an end in just a few hours. So, myself, Xavier, and some of us set out to watch a movie for our final night. Pulling our blankets behind us from our beds to the couch, setting a bowl of salted sunflower seeds on the coffee table, and arranging the various throw pillows accordingly, we cozied up on the couch and queued up one of my all time favorites, Coraline, on Xavier’s laptop. Some of us, like Abdullah, had never seen it before and I was excited to see first reactions and carry out this final night with everyone else. Unfortunately, I felt myself dozing off embarrassingly shortly into the movie’s runtime, easily losing my fight with exhaustion. I remember myself debating if I should try harder to stay awake. On one hand, I had seen the movie before so what was the harm? On the other, this was my last night in Madrid; how could I possibly let myself sleep through it? Ultimately, sleep won above all else, regardless of my efforts. In the end, I remember myself thinking to myself, enveloped in that heavy, warm, and silent night, comforted by the eerie sweet soundtrack of the movie, I couldn’t imagine taking a trip like this anywhere else with anyone else.
-Esther Eboh from Bronxdale High School