The second I opened my Third Space box, I fell in love with this task and realized right away it was the one whose completion would bring me the most satisfaction and positive emotions.
Naturally, I started looking for a café that matched the mentally sketched profile I had of ‘a favourite place’. I even shared the idea with my flatmate (an incredibly generous and lovely creation, as well as my favourite partner in crime), and together we embarked on the journey of adorable cafés hunting. We got to love a couple of places and hang out there from time to time, but for some reason we were never serious enough with the task. Because it felt like one.
Then we found the real place. Or it found us. (I am a bit sketchy on the details.) And going there on a regular basis (every Thursday) no longer seemed like a task.
Funny enough, the place in question is far from being typically Spanish, but for some reason all roads seem to lead to it –an Irish pub in the heart of Madrid. Leprechauns, four leaf clovers, dark beer, and, of course, open mic nights (you guessed right, every Thursday).
In a way, however, it is more Spanish than any other place here, as it embodies the ideas of hospitality and friendliness Spanish people are so proud with. It is the gathering point of both foreigners and locals who are helplessly in love with music and Madrid. Also, it is the place with the highest concentration of bilingual Anglophones, according to my unofficial, but believable statistics. I am talking about people who have lived in Spain for years and have fully dedicated themselves to it. What could be more Spanish than that?
As the overexcited group of people with no connection to music whatsoever who still spend every Thursday night at the open mic, we managed to grab the attention of the regulars. Soon the bartender knew what we were going to order and the musicians, friendly and awesome as they are, started talking to us, inviting us to gigs they had or casually performing German songs just for us, as the Germans were always overrepresented in our small group.
My favourite moment connected to this lovely place was running into one of the musicians on the street at 5am in the morning. He was performing Oasis’s “Wonderwall” surrounded by a group of people and, needless to say, we joined and sang with them.
I also found my new favourite song there! As the Spanish duet performing it wrote it themselves, however, I never managed to find it online. When we finally gathered the courage to ask the singers where and how we could listen to the song, we were extremely pleased to find out that they would release their album in less than a month… Yay!
Cheers and salud,
Nadezhda from Madrid