This title quote is misleading. In fact, this entire post might be misleading. I was in Madrid for about 12 hours, and it rained for a third of those (you’re welcome: no rain-in-Spain quotes), so I did no “killing of the night.” What I did see of the biggest city in Spain and her capital is beautiful. Our bus pulled into Madrid in early evening just as the sun was going down. Aside: time is weird in Spain – every activity is later than anywhere else I’ve been (i.e., lunch at 2, dinner at 9, etc.). And the actual hours are off – geographically they should be on Greenwich Mean Time, but they are on German time instead. Franco changed it in 1940 to be like the Germans, and it never got changed back. So sunrise is like 9 AM. /aside
The bus dropped us at our hotels near the Plaza de España (a theme that will be repeated often this week – every city has one). I checked in, checked out the balcony, and wandered over to the Plaza. I saw no fewer than four couples making out on this 7-minute walk. Apparently the Don Quixote statue is quite the mood-setter. I was starving and eager to try some Spanish food, having arrived too late the night before to do so. I went into a tapas bar, was greeted with “Buenas tardes” (good afternoon) at 8:45PM, told the bartender to sit down and ordered a Tortilla España and a sangria. They also brought over some cured ham gratis. (Later on the trip at a different restaurant, I was charged a couple Euros for a basket of bread I didn’t request, so I don’t really understand the logic of it all). The Spanish Tortilla was excellent – spun gold made out of just eggs and potatoes.
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I love how you are starting to get sassy!
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