Peluquería, Paella, y Pasando tiempo

I lied when I said I could sleep in... kinda. I had to get up around noon because I had made a haircut appointment for today at 1pm at a ¨pelucuría¨nearby which Eugenia had recommended to me. After heading over to the grocery store beforehand to buy some very fresh fish and some other items for the paella that was for lunch that day, we went over to the haircut place together. I have enough trouble trying to explain what I want done with my hair in English, let alone Spanish.. so it was interesting to say the least. The guy, Alvonzo, is a typical male barber.. gay but he seemed nice although a bit quiet.. which was nice because I had enough to concentrate on.. watching him cut my hair. I didn´t feel trying to muster conversation in Spanish with him. He did a pretty good job.. a bit to short on the sides though but it´ll be fine in a week or so. Not a big worry of mine. After getting back I almost immediately went over to Mendez Alvaro, a bus station near by, to buy my ticket to Seville for that night. I didn´t realize that I was low on cash.. so I ended up having just 2 or 3 dollars to spare after getting my ticket. For the rest of the day I ate lots of paella, relaxed, used the computer, tried to nap, talked with Eugenia and went through a bunch of her photos, took photos of the moon and spied on some neighbors using my camera with Eugenia. It was a fun, and low-key night which is necessary some times even in Madrid. Some people go out 5 days a week till 5 or 6 every night.. but I don´t think that is what we´re here to do in the first place. We´re here to learn about and experience the culture and there´s only so much you can get from going to the clubs. It´s also not cheap by any means..
Lastly I skyped with Jess up until the last possible second almost and then packed all my stuff away really quickly hoping that I had everything I´d need.. did pretty well I´d say.. just forgot.. or rather neglected to bring a sweatshirt. Before leaving I had to change out of my FC Barcelona jersey upon the advice of Eugenia.. and that I might get shot for wearing it in Madrid.. I listened closely and took heed to it. Ran out the door and to the cercanias to get to Mendez Alvaro which is just 2 stops away, but it stopped running 2 or 3 minutes earlier which I had not realized and so I ran to the metro which could get me there just a bit slower but probably on time, but it was 9 minutes till the next one arrived and that would be cutting it too close so I ran back up to the street and got a cab. It only cost 6 euros or less which sucks compared to nothing, but it´s better than missing it altogether and I only had a 50 on me so we had to drive over to a bar quickly so he could run in and get change for me... unfortunate timing considering I was already running pretty late, but eventually I made it there on time and met up with everyone in the main bus lounge. I only knew 3 or 4 of the people there out of the 12 so I introduced myself and before I knew it we were off to the bus and into our seats...