Madrid is a metropolis of bars, clubs, and tapas spots, so it’s easy to get lost in the abundance of fiestas. Party Earth was like my own personal VIP tour guide, showing me the ropes while allowing me to cut the lines.
One day when I was photographing Retiro, a seemingly homeless man plopped down next to me. He struck up a conversation about how he was going to change the world with his hotel where the elephants and lions would freely roam the land. I thought he was a funny man, and wrote him off as one of the hundreds of homeless, insane people wandering Madrid. A week later when I was telling the story to a few locals, I found out his name is Andreas, the incredible millionaire with an art gallery who is infamously known for roaming the park and appearing loco. I now know never to judge a book by its cover, or a Spaniard by his stories.
Though a few of my friends and I are the picture of Adriana for the Party Earth website, I identify myself more with the girl-next-door, park-going-yogi personality of Emma. Give me some loud Spaniards singing songs over pitchers of sangria over swanky discotecas any day.
I like to do as the Spaniards do and party all night, sleep all day. In the early afternoon, the Madrid sun would call me to Parque Retiro to spend the day lounging in the grass with my latest attempt at Spanish literature. Then, a walk through Gran Vía to watch the sunlight set on the Madrid skyline before heading to one of my favorite tapas bars, El Tigre. Around 1am when the party starts, barhopping in funky Malasaña, where I am guaranteed to run into some good friends and an even better time.