Madrid has been great. My hotel was in a perfect location in the center of the Plaza Mayor/Puerto del Sol and La Latina areas. It couldn’t be better for shopping, restaurants and nightlife.
It reminded me of areas from the past like Shadyside, Coconut Grove, Buckhead or Old Town Scottsdale. But imagine these neighborhoods are 500- 700 years old and 1/3 of your neighbors opened cafes in their front yards. All of the apartments are over top of the cafes and bars. Even in Plaza Mayor, people live over the square, right in the middle of the busy tourist area.
I love all of the small winding roads and colorful apartment buildings. (you’ll notice that I took a lot of photos of the neighborhoods). And it seems that every street end with a church.
I am doing better with Spanish than I was doing with French in Paris. – I didn’t say I was doing well. – People still look at me like I am crazy when I try to speak. And most of them would rather try their broken English on me than listen to my Spanish. It’s pretty funny. But Spain is better for me because at least I understand more.
I said in an earlier post that I was confident in spain that at least I would speak food well. I was completely wrong. Aside from the times when I have had someone to guide me, I basically would choose the item on the menu that had the most words that I understood. I have eaten a lot of meals with ‘queso’ this week. And I was sure that at least papas fritas , ‘french firies’ was going to be my easy backup, but they call them Patatas Bravas here.
. . . Stay tuned.
P.S. and it's not vino rojo -- It's vino 'tinto'