Day 12

Today we went to Mulafest, Madrid's own urban festival, after lunch. We got there later than we anticipated, but I'm glad we were able to go before it ended. At the Mulafest there was a huge bike and car show, as well as a tattoo convention. We were all contemplating getting tattoos, but in the end were too indecisive about it (that's what happens when you have 11 girls). After we left the tattoo convention we ventured off to karaoke, which I was surprised that I did sober. As soon as we started singing, you could see the crowd slowly begin to disperse. Either they didn't like that we were singing in English (although other people were), or our voices were just too intimidating for them. Personally, I'd vote for the latter.

We also saw a mini play about Whitney Houston, and although at times we struggled to understand what was being said, and are laughs were often delayed from everyone else's, I enjoyed it. The actors emphasized their actions enough that the concept was understood, despite the anticipated language barrier. Afterwards we viewed an interpretive dance which, although was still in its early stages, was quite expressive.

There was also a BMX bike show with ramps and a bunch of people doing tricks and flips. I swear, Rez is right when he says I'm a boring mom. As I was watching, I kept having mini heart attacks after every flip, jump, and movement. There were a couple stumbles, but no serious injuries.

Throughout the festival, there was a huge appreciation for graffiti. Earlier in the day, the walls of the festival were completely white, but by the closing, they were immersed in spray paint and various sayings/art. It was quite an amazing site. Tomorrow the walls will be painted white, and the process will begin again.