Oda al Metro

At least an hour of my day each day of the week is spent on Madrid's metro. It is very easy to use and very convenient to get around the town, but there are also some things I find amusing about it.

Dear Metro,

Thank you for starting my days with a few short sprints to catch your trains,

for giving me mini heart attacks when my abono flashes red at the check in for a moment,

and for giving me that sense of accomplishment for making it into a train before it departs.

I wish you would shower a little more often,

most days you smell of caca and perros flautas.

Sometimes your habitants awkwardly stare at me,

brush their hands against me,

and listen in on my convos.

On the weekends, you're the most popular place for botellones,

meeting up with others,

and beginning the night.

I love the entertainment you provide,

from accordians, to singing, to quartets,

you have all the latest artists.

If I am ever looking for a strange gift or trinket,

all I have to do is leave you, or stop at your entrance.

Your blue line is old, your orange line is new.

Your travelers are the same way, too.

Thank you, Metro, for always being there when I need you.

Except, of course, after about 2.

Typical busy day on the Metro

Accordion man

Selfies on the blue line

Singer complete with microphone

Guitarist

Another accordion man