What Happens When…

… you get four Americans (plus me!), two Canadians, and one girl each from France and Australia, and put them with a tour guide from Hungary in the middle of Madrid, Spain??

There is no punch line to this joke. This is an actual happening.

And it happened today.

Here’s the skinny – the route we took was almost step for step what I did on the Eat, Love, and Learn Spanish tour, except with muuuuuch less information and juicy tidbits.

We also got to eat less food, so that was a downside as well.

However, Sylvie, who was our Hungarian tour guide, was great. She was knowledgeable, friendly, and extremely awesome. She took us all out after the tour (even though she had only had three hours of sleep and had another tour in an hour!) and showed us all where to get cheap tapas. She even marked our tour maps with other cool places to visit in the future.

But, the real fun part of the story was our tour-mates.

So, first of all, the group of Americans were all friends before, three of them being school mates at a study abroad program in London (this week being their spring break).

This automatically made them a bit clique-y.



No worries, though. That’s natural, right?

Right. All’s fair

Well, the rest of the tour group tried talking to them, with very little success. One of them even walked away mid-conversation with me.


this is how i picture the level of success i would have should i attempt a z snap

Whatevs, bruh.

So things are rocking along fine, until this same group of four starts wandering off, ignoring the tour guide, and the rest of the group.

The clincher came at the end, when we were all out for lunch. They arbitrarily adopted several people not in their original group, became besties with them, and decided to go in together on paella to save some money.

That’s cool, right?

Well, here’s the problem.

The only people (very obviously) left out were myself, my friend, and our TOUR GUIDE.

*head meet desk*

Of course it was the Americans to do this.


arrogance may not be a uniquely American trait, but you do it better than anyone


Thankfully, our tour guide (and I might say, myself and my friend) were professionals at shaking it off…..

Cuz the haters gonna hate hate hate…


and this is my actual dancing skill level.

All in all, it was a good day. We had a good time on our tour. What it lacked in information (it was free, after all), it more than made up for in the entertainment value of our guide and the invaluable knowledge of cheap food for future reference!

In other news, I’m finally getting my public transportation card tomorrow!

Yes, I’m a shameful excuse of a traveler for not doing this sooner. Sue me.

Just to clarify: almost everybody I’ve met in Spain has been delightful (yes, even the ‘Muricans), so this post is honestly just to poke a little fun at four peeps who missed out on a great afternoon with three fabulous ladies.


does this really need words?

Cheers, Travellers.


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