June 25
At last, after months of planning and wondering if spending
our full income tax check for plane tickets is worth it, here we are in
España. Our baggage was waiting and so
was a long line of taxistas ready to take us to our destination. An older man, a huge Real Madrid fan who had
only recently become a driver after retiring from another job, chatted along the
way and offered advice. A driver’s
disposition can often set the tone when arriving to a place.
Once we picked up the keys and arrived to our new apartment
the girls made themselves at home quickly, running around and exploring. They went in and out onto the balcony,
claimed their own rooms, and turned the lights on and off because they could
actually reach them.
After settling in a bit we walked Calle de Santa Engracia
to see what was available nearby. The area
seemed quiet and most of the shops were closed, many for vacacciones. The sun sat alone and heavy in the sky but a
cool breeze made the day perfect, especially when our first stop entailed free
tapas and cerveza. The girls surprised
us again by being intrigued not with the traffic of the city and the African
who approached us playing a bongo and wanted to sell us his trinkets, but by
the pigeons. What a waste of a good
tapa!
10pm on our first day in Madrid. We try to stay awake so that maybe, just
maybe, our sleep schedule will become adjusted quickly. It’s so much harder though when the sun is
still up outside. After a short nap this
afternoon it may be even tougher.
Luckily for us the light does not penetrate the blinds and once we close
them it might as will be dark. Buenas
noches.
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