im going to let you in on a secret few people know.
i guess it doesnt matter anymore but believe you me, it tore my heart apart when i found out.
but like most things in life, if you pray hard enough, will for the best to happen and persevere, things will always turn out well.
and that it did.
remember how i had a 'double check' for my mraz tickets in madrid?. well, here's the thing, soon after that post, i found out that the ticketing site had messed up our order and we DID NOT have tickets for mraz's concert in madrid. not only that, we couldnt buy new ones as they were already sold out.
ticktacktickets can go die and burn in hell!
they did very very little to help, the closest thing to 'help' was them suggesting that we buy tickets to his barcelona show eventhough the messed up order was clearly their mistake, and this is after me telling them again and again that we had already purchased our flight tickets and booked our accommodation in madrid.. solely for the concert!.
well anyways, so i didnt have mraz tickets. i didnt want to share this with anyone because i was heartbroken! blogging about it would make it seem... final. like it was actually actually true. i did not want to believe it. i was really hoping that i would wake up and find out that it was all a sick joke/horrible nightmare. i mean after all, i didnt blog about it right?. during the days leading up to my trip, so many friends told me over msn/sms/fbook how lucky i was to be able to watch mraz in spain. all i could say in response was "omg i know! im so excited". i still didnt want to believe i did not have the tickets
so the 5 of us headed to madrid with a heavy heart (well at least MY heart felt like lead). i kept repeating to myself and the others how god had already planned this out for us and that theres always a reason to bad luck. i kept saying how madrid was going to be awesome even without the mraz concert and that all of us were going to see him in london anyways. but somewhere not so deep inside, all i was, was extremely sad and disappointed.
so after a 2.5 hour busride to london, another 1.5 hour busride to luton, a sleepless night at the airport and a 3(?) hour plane ride, we finally arrived in sunny madrid. our first sign of luck. the sunshine.
it WAS a nice day out, so for the first time after finding out we didnt have tickets, i thought to myself that i might as well make the best out of this and at least try to enjoy myself. so we headed out to puerta del SOL where street musicians were aplenty.
and guess what?
so was
LUCK.
for a full-ish account of our encounter with the man himself click
*here*from there on out, our fates were SEALED. this trip turned out to be one of the best holidays ive ever had in my entire life.
god really does work in mysterious ways.
i immediately noticed how beautiful madrid was, how calm the people were and how incredibly amazing my luck was! meeting and holding a conversation with jason mraz brought me back to my senses and i no longer had to mope alone on the inside. i could enjoy madrid, and that i certainly DID!
as luck would have it, i also managed to get tickets to his concert(at face value!) from a guy whose friend could not make it as did semantha, albeit at a slightly steeper price.
meeting jason mraz was without a doubt the highlight of madrid. but apart from that, i had an extremely good time there and it will for quite sometime, top my list of places to revisit.
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thanks for making it such a wonderful trip girls
parading metadors that got soozanne into a torrero frenzy
throughout the trip, semantha was obsessed over la policia de espana!
playing dumb tourist. just so she could talk to one
after meeting toca, me and sem couldnt help but to invest in toca pants from the el rostro market
el retiro lake
never ever make semantha row a boat
i hope i remember madrid forever.
