Hola Spain
The week prior to leaving for this trip had to be one of the longest, stressful weeks...but it ended and we were finally boarding Iberia airlines (note to Iberia: You may want to reupholster some of those seats!) and heading to destination numero uno, Madrid. Since we only had one day in this lovely city, I can't say too much about it. Our hotel was the very quaint, Hotel Ingles, which is known for being a hotel frequented by the lovely and melancholy Virginia Woolf. I wonder what were her thoughts of Madrid?
As I had mentioned we didn't have much time to explore. We walked around the old town, ate some tapas, drank some Sangrias, visited a photography exhibit about buttocks (some were sexy, artsy and classy; others, like the Sumo wrestler, were not), took a jet lag nap, walked around some more, drank more sangria and ate more tapas.
I became very good at ordering "dos sangria, por favor" and asking for "la cuenta, por favor."
