Jeff and I are on vacation. Even though we’ve been to Madrid before and even lived in Spain, it’s been a long time since we’ve been here.
We are like country bumkins. I refused to go into the Cathedral because there was a line.
I didn’t understand why there were so many groups of people clustered together until I remembered…tour groups
The metro was confusing. Had to pull out an old fashioned map. We took it from the airport to our hotel. I thought it was odd the guy next to me was fiddling with the zipper on my bag until I realized. Oh he’s trying to rob me.
He couldn’t get it opened and now we zipper locks. And I’m aware of my surroundings again.
I had forgotten what good cheese, olives and Spanish tortilla, taste like. I was the crazy lady taking way too much at the breaking buffet.
Still took a lot of photos of doors.
We forgot it can get below 95 degrees. It was 49 degrees but was freezing to us.
As my mom always said, “If it’s cold enough for your robes, chain and helmet it’s cold enough to wear a shirt.” Jeff is pretty sure this guy is the first evidence of capri pants.
Jeff insisted we were in Plaza Mayor in this photo. I disagreed. Jeff had AI settle it.
This is my told you so face.
We chose to go to a smaller art museum instead of the bigger Prado. Jeff got in trouble for getting too close to this statue.
I can within seconds of mistaking this thing for a bench and sitting on it.
Even though it was the smaller museum, our interest in art ran out before the museum did.
Still getting over jet lag so may have to eat “early” at 8:30 vs the Spanish dinner time of 10pm.