AND finally, the week of the day of our independence...

Ummm, heck YEAH I celebrated the 4th of July here!  I went to the Hard Rock Cafe, and I'm not going to lie... I almost burst into tears when I saw a plate of nachos, a burger, fries, and onion rings being brought out to someone's table.  Don't get me wrong, I love Spanish food.  But nothing says home like a greasy plate of fires and a giant burger.

I also celebrated the 4th of July the next day on the 5th of July!  Not a whole lot of people can say that!  One of the gazillions of Irish pubs here in Madrid was hosting a 4th of July party, which had a good mix of both Americans and Spanish people.  I love being able to carry out bilingual conversations with new friends =)

Then, on Wednesday, I finally got to see THE FOO FIGHTERRRRRS! You know you love a band when you get just as giddy about seeing them the third time as you were the first time =)

When cracked me up was the way the crowd reacted when the band would pause for awhile or leave the stage... in America, there would have been a lot of screaming/chanting/"WOOOOOO!" in general... but we are in Madrid, ladies and gentlemen.  Therefore, whenever we Spaniards wantted to grab Dave Grohl's attentition, we went all soccer fútbol mode on them, chanting: OLEEEEEE, OLEEEE OLEEE OLEEEEE! OLEEEEEE! OLEEEEEEE!

Oh, how I love being in Spain!