Another weekend, another trip to the real Europe to meet ‘Beauty and the Beast’ (AKA Nicky and Jon) in Madrid. Hot in the Summer and due to its altitude at 600m above sea level the Winter is well, cool to say the least. However, with beautiful blue sky above us we felt right at home with a Mojito in hand at 2am on our first Spanish night. The hostel / hotel curse struck again (to be known as the phantom accom) whereby it takes Gerard and Bee a good hour of walking in circles before they either call reception (10 pounds later) or after removing all their hair finally stumble on their Lion’s cupboard! Mind you, when Gerard carries the luggage Bee still can’t handle the weight of expectation!
All this aside, the mantle of favourite city is always being challenged, whether it be by the people, geography or originality of the city as a whole. This ‘grunge’ city was amazing. By day you can see fresh bakeries, butchers and cute little corner stores. By night you will see graffiti covered roller doors of the bakeries, butchers and cute little corner stores and so much more... The bars are littered throughout the one way streets (how people know which way is the ‘one way’ is anyone’s guess) and we quickly found our ‘local’ only 20m from our hostel door (if you call a jail like door without any advertising and graffiti sprayed all over it – no wonder we didn’t).
So cut to the chase Bee says.... After meeting the Coustons at the airport not knowing their flight (detective work of the century) it was time for a walking tour taking us through the main sights of town. Through the plazas and streets we strolled to find out about the Greek, Roman, Islamic and Christian history of the city smack bang in the centre of Spain. A highlight was definitely the Real Palace (Real meaning Royal) which was the most exuberant display of how to waste money we have ever seen (seriously who needs a specific changing room, or a room just for conversation?) Anyway the Palace was fantastic along with the views of the snow capped mountains to the south and the museum of Spanish armoury on display. Frolicking in the Autumn parks, the El Rastro market and visiting the oldest restaurant in the world were also other highlights followed by a great afternoon of grazing on Tapas! The best tapas you ask? Ox tail in melted chocolate.... Paella, check. Flamenco, check. Sangria, check. Adios.