The outdoor swimming pools are now open (hurrah!) so it seems apt to dig out one of the first articles I wrote about Madrid back in 2008.
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Summer is definitely my favourite time of year. In the UK, it brings about a dramatic transformation: grey winter clothes are banished to the back of the wardrobe, pub beer gardens suddenly fill up with revellers, and the general atmosphere of merriment is added to by students lounging on the grass trying to forget about revision and cars honking their horns at all the bare flesh on display. Everyone is happy. The same goes for Spain, the summer months here being synonymous with days spent lazing in the park topping up your tan, long balmy evenings enjoying a caña or ten with friends, and of course, Spanish sunshine on tap.
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Unfortunately, the sweltering heat also brings some rather unwanted consequences if you live in the city. The smell of the drains, just about tolerable for the rest of the year, becomes rancid to the point of vomit-inducing. There is a massive upswing of passengers on public transport reeking of B.O. and all other manner of unpleasant things. And as you make your way around the city, hopping from one air-conditioned bubble to another, in between you can’t shake that nasty sensation of feeling hideously hot and sticky. Madrid has a lot of things going for it, but sadly a beach is not one of them, and regrettably it has no suitable lakes or rivers to take a dip in either. So when you’re stuck on the Metro with your face buried in someone’s distinctly fruity armpit, melting into a pool of your own sweat and wishing you were far far away, what on earth can you do to cool off?
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Luckily, there is a solution. Madrid has a total of 23 outdoor public swimming pools and the good news is they are all open for business from the end of May until the start of September, every day of the week from 11am – 9pm. I decided to visit the Centro Deportivo Municipal Casa de Campo (Metro: Lago) in order to check out the facilities and, more importantly, check out the talent. I first go on a quiet Friday morning on the pretence of making the most of the sunshine, but mainly because I haven’t broken out the bikini since last summer and am somewhat apprehensive about baring my whiter than white body to the madrileños en masse. After being given heaps of information by the helpful guy on the desk and being told to enjoy myself by the attendants at the entrance, I head off to change then sidle outside.
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The place is indeed pretty deserted, with just a couple of guys ploughing up and down the pool and several serious sun-worshippers catching a few rays – one leathery-looking woman even has a pair of tanning goggles and is already the colour of creosote. I sit in the sunshine for a bit then decide to take a dip, and after recovering from the initial shock of the freezing cold water, I do a few lengths before stopping to float along on my back, gazing up at the azure blue sky and thinking how pleasant this all is. Emboldened, I vow to come back on Saturday when things are a bit busier.
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And busy they are! There are buff gay men checking everyone out whilst hiding behind huge shades, kids dashing around scattering water droplets over annoyed-looking sunbathers, and old men with hairy backs parading around in too-tight-trunks. There are gaggles of skinny Spanish girls, giggling at the boys trying unsuccessfully to impress them with their dive-bombing skills, whilst large groups of Americans and Brits toast themselves to a nice shade of lobster-red in the sun. Apart from bare flesh, there’s a lot on show: big and beautiful tattoos, teeny-tiny thongs, snug-looking Speedos, tan lines, boob jobs, massive shades and the ubiquitous Spanish mullet (or, as a friend of a friend calls it “work at the front…party at the back!”) which looks even worse than normal when wet. Whereas a few health freaks are swimming lengths and some kids are rolling down the grassy verge, most people are indulging in activities no more strenuous than chatting to friends, smoking and eyeing everyone up, so the atmosphere is a pretty relaxed one.
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By the end of the day I’m feeling extremely chilled-out and have decided that going to the pool could become my new favourite summer pastime. If you fancy doing the same, full details of all Madrid’s swimming pools (including timetables, prices, facilities, addresses and how to get there) can be found on www.munimadrid.es/deportes. Weekday mornings are generally very quiet until about 4pm if you want to enjoy the sunshine in peace, but if you prefer a bit of atmosphere, then go at the weekend to cool off whilst scouting out the talent. Soon the smelly Metro will be a distant memory!