NH Alberto Aguilera
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... car both just drove off without any exchange of information
- men playing cricket, pausing for cars to go by
- a man texting while driving a motorcycle down the road with a teenager on the back
- a man passing a street urinal with two fingers a quarter of the way up his nostrils, presumably to block the horrible stench
... in great shape and it adds a special ambiance to the city that we all noticed as we were walking through. After we had our fill of strolling about we decided to heed the recommendation of our tour guide and headed for an old theater near our hotel that had been turned into a new style food-court and restaurant area. What a neat place! The main level of the theater was more or less a food-court with various vendors lining the outer wall selling Iberian ham, ...
... also bull heads adorning the walls. I probably shouldn't publish these pictures!
The central market in Madrid is a place to by fancy tapas and drinks. The prices are nowhere near as cheap as Barcelona but it looks scrummy.
I wander the shops and later head to the Prado Musee which is free in the evening. The art gallery showed works of famous Spanish painters. I still get bored ...
... is no joke.. i purchased the wrong ticket ha), queue hop both the security and customs checkpoints before making a mad dash (a bare footed mad dash) to the departure lounge where the lovely lady sincerely informs me that my EasyJet flight to Madrid has been delayed. EasyJet, I thankyou for your usually super frustrating crapness. TfL (Transport for London), curse you.
Tapas. My one Spanish love that just keeps on giving...for free. It ...
... out in a somewhat shorter skirt or shorts I would just feel so so scandalous and would try to appear as nice and sweet as possible. If you make it to Sol, Latina, or Malasana neighborhood its fine though as everybody is dressed that way.
*** The Spanish sandwiches known as Bocadillos are the worst. The first time my host mom packed me a sandwich I got the biggest shock of my life. The sandwich was just a loaf of baguette bread with a layer of jamon stuck in side. ...