Drama at the hostel this morning when the owner arrived. We knew he was coming, because the guy who runs the place finally got around to checking us in (and taking our money) last night – our third. The owner was one of those slimy types who tried to charge us €4 just to leave […]Read more "Day Three in Madrid: The Real Palacio"
After the bedbug incident, I’m not really in the mood for an Art Gallery this morning. But, because it’s the Reina Sofia, and they have Picasso’s magnum opus, Guernica, I make the effort to be chipper. The sculpture in the lobby is of a paintstroke. Paul fell in love and took about 100 photos. The […]Read more "Day Two in Madrid: The Spanish Way"
I woke up this morning covered in bites. There are at least 20, all over my body. They’re bigger and itchier than mozzie bites… the closest thing I can compare it to is 20 bee-stings. I’ve had chicken pox before, and I’m pretty sure they’re just bites because I don’t feel unwell. So, I’m just incredibly […]Read more "Life Lesson #25 – Don’t Let the Bedbugs Bite"
My first impression of Madrid by daylight wasn´t great. We headed straight to the Prado (Spain´s major art gallery which includes Las Meninas, a work often called the greatest painting ever). Unfortunately, it was raining and we didn´t have an umbrella. We also weren´t expecting queues that snaked around the building (damn you Lonely Planet for […]Read more "Day One in Madrid: The Rain in Spain"
Today, at 3:00am, I snuck through three locked doors into an enormous dorm in a Spanish hostel without checking in, picked an empty bed, and slept there. It all started when we forgot to check which gate our Ryanair flight to Madrid was leaving from. At most airports you’d be fine, but at Stansted they […]Read more "Life Lesson #24 – Life is Like a Box of Dominos"