Today was my worst day so far in Madrid. This has been the only day when I've outright said "I want to go home".It all started out fine. I met up with a friend and we rode the double-decker buses around Madrid. First we rode the historical route. We started out between the Prado and the Ritz hotel, and then drove by a lot of historical locations in the city. There was an audio guide, which was pretty nice (when it was working!). At the end of the route we went to the Barrio de las Letras for la comida. This Barrio is called such because it was the popular hangout for famous writers in the 16th century. There are famous quotes written on the sidewalks in gold. I saw one from Don Juan, which I read in Spanish Literature this past semester!! :)
Next we rode the Modern Madrid route, which showed a lot of popular streets, like Gran Via, and talked about popular neighborhoods, and buildings that have been converted into modern companies.
After we got off the bus, we decided to go over to the Prado to see the temporary Turner exhibit. Unfortunately, you had to pay to get in, and my friend wasn't interested in paying, so I said I'd come back another day. We went to the gift shop again instead, and I bought a present for my sister. Next, we decided to walk over to the Metro stop so we could head over to Sol for dinner. We were going to get back on the historical bus after dinner so we could see all the buildings lit up at night. We were walking down el Paseo del Prado (one of the main streets) and there was some sort of parade going on. There were trucks with huge speakers playing really loud music, and there were people dancing and drinking in the streets. I thought it might have been a gay pride parade or something, but it was more like hippies dressed up in crazy outfits. I'm still not sure what it was, but I took my camera out to take some photos. When we got to the metro station, I reached into my bag to get out my transportation pass. That's when I realized my wallet was gone. It was the worst feeling ever. I was shaking and scared. I'd had credit cards, IDs, money, all the important stuff in there! They warn us about all the pick-pockets and gypsies, but honestly you never really think that it will happen to you. We had made copies of everything before I left, so my parents were able to call and cancel my credit cards. Luckily I had my debit card, some travelers checks, and my passport back at the apartment in case of an emergency. I'm so glad I had only been carrying a copy of my passport, and not the real one. I feel so violated...I thought that I was being so careful, keeping my arms over my bag as much as I could. It's the kind of bag that goes over your shoulder!! It's not so much the things that can be replaced that upset me, but things like my transportation pass, tickets to museums, my wallet itself, things that are special to me that I wanted to keep. It's just a really awful feeling. My friend and I went to Sol and had dinner at our favorite tapas place, but mostly I just wanted to go home. I felt unsafe and somehow naked without any money or ID. My friend paid for me to eat, and bought be a metro ticket. On the way home I had to stop and call my parents again. I just felt so alone, I called them and had a breakdown. I've been so homesick lately since I've been sick, and now this has happened, and I honestly feel a little bit scared. When I got home, my senora could tell I'd been upset, so I told her and her daughter about it, and they helped me find someone to talk to in English so I could file a police report. I had no idea how to explain in Spanish, in detail, everything that had happened, especially since I was already so upset. Knowing that the police knew about it definitely made me feel better, but all I wanted to do was go home.
All in all, not the best day :(