It’s been a long travel day. Enough said. But you made it to Spain! It’s noon, let’s start with the good stuff, like olive oil in a jug.
Perhaps you’ll enjoy eggs scrambled with cuttlefish ink – turning them an appetizing grey… – and then topped with fried cuttlefish??
I’m hearing a no. (which was also my reaction when it arrived. It was better than it looked, which wouldn’t be difficult).
Perhaps I can tempt you with an Iberico ham bocadillo, thin silky pieces of deliciousness trapped in fresh baked bread?
And Sangria! You’re in Spain so you gotta
The waitstaff is in no rush so you shouldn’t be either. Go ahead and make it a 3 hour lunch.
Now you need a walk or else that jet lag and lack of sleep is going to put you out. It’s hot (90 ish degrees) but there are dozens of pedestrian walkways covered with sun shades
Enjoy the manicured gardens
And a little flamenco reheasal
Stop in at the Prado. Corey says the proper order is Information, Espresso and then Art. Who are you to argue?
That’s a lot of Renaissance paintings of Christ, right? But the room of Black Paintings by Goya gave me chills.
Shake it off with some street art.
Madridlenos enjoy historical “monuments” to social causes. Actors paint themselves to look like statuary and then freeze in a position. Fortunately, they put out a little plaque describing their tableau or the situation might just be confusing.
The causes range from political, like this monument to women who’ve been silenced:
To entertaining, like this monument to Ham:
Leave them a tip and they’ll break their immobility to smile, nod or wink at you.
It’s 9pm but the city’s just waking up. See how much longer you can last before you have to fall face first in bed so you can get up and do it all again tomorrow. We lasted 3 more hours…
More tomorrow? Por supuesto.
Corey and Kaitlyn, out.