Not too much going on this week. I've been going to class (I know there's a reason why I'm here...) and exploring the ever expanding city. This weekend will be a local exploration event. I'm planning on going to the Renia Sophia to see the Guernica and eating lots of tapas.
Madrid is supposed to have something around "300 cloudless days." However, that leaves 65 cloudy, rainy, cool days of the year. Well, there are only about 59 left for this year. My bright, flowery summer dresses lay folded (in piles) and forgotten in my closet (on my floor), and I have had to buy a couple of sweaters (it was torture). The sidewalks have doubled in size, as the normal sprawling tables and chairs filled with chattering maderilanos (do theses people ever go to work?) have been piled up and the bars and cafes are overflowing with people and smoke.
Hopefully my last week will be filled with sunshine and flowers and carefree frolics through the parque retiro.
Showing posts with label tapas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tapas. Show all posts
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Foto Del Dia: Tapas
My roommate and I went to some tapas bars on our last night in Barcelona.
Named the best chocolate cake IN THE WORLD in 2005. It deserved it.
Fancy Tapas.
Named the best chocolate cake IN THE WORLD in 2005. It deserved it. Fancy Tapas.Tuesday, June 1, 2010
The Eagle Has landed
What do you mean they don't have starbucks?Arrived safely amidst the hustle and bustle of Madrid last Monday morning.
Met my roommates, who were all on the same flight as I, and took a shuttle to school then to our apartment.
Upon arriving to our narrow, cobbled road, the housing director turned back to us.
"Gather your things now," she said, words skewed with a thick Spanish accent, "We´re going to block the streets. The Madrilenos don´t like that." Shaking her head ominously.
She wasn´t kidding. As the bus driver ripped our suitcases out from underneath the bus, we stood huddled on the narrow sidewalks, dodging mopeds that flew around us, disregarding the pedestrians and grimmaced at the blaring horns.
It was 4 am American time. Good morning.
After trudging up the steep hill toward our apartment like a bunch of lost torists, we happily found out that we would be livining on the first floor. No need to carry up my luggage one flowerly top at a time.
That evening we had Tapas with the group in a breezy downstairs resturant. They brought out plate after plate of tiny amounts of food. Starting with a potatoe and egg tortilla, cheese, fried cheese with chicken, and roasted red peppers and tuna. We were told to eat it all, because we don´t want to offend mother in the kitchen.
The next day, we were treated to a walking tour of historical Madrid which was quite interesting. We saw a grand palace that the royal family is too ashamed to live in due to the sheer decadence of it:
Met my roommates, who were all on the same flight as I, and took a shuttle to school then to our apartment.
Upon arriving to our narrow, cobbled road, the housing director turned back to us.
"Gather your things now," she said, words skewed with a thick Spanish accent, "We´re going to block the streets. The Madrilenos don´t like that." Shaking her head ominously.
She wasn´t kidding. As the bus driver ripped our suitcases out from underneath the bus, we stood huddled on the narrow sidewalks, dodging mopeds that flew around us, disregarding the pedestrians and grimmaced at the blaring horns.
It was 4 am American time. Good morning.
After trudging up the steep hill toward our apartment like a bunch of lost torists, we happily found out that we would be livining on the first floor. No need to carry up my luggage one flowerly top at a time.
That evening we had Tapas with the group in a breezy downstairs resturant. They brought out plate after plate of tiny amounts of food. Starting with a potatoe and egg tortilla, cheese, fried cheese with chicken, and roasted red peppers and tuna. We were told to eat it all, because we don´t want to offend mother in the kitchen.
The next day, we were treated to a walking tour of historical Madrid which was quite interesting. We saw a grand palace that the royal family is too ashamed to live in due to the sheer decadence of it:
Plaza Mayor which is essentially the Fanuiel Hall of Madrid and ended at Sol the "Time Square" of Spain, only with better arcitecture and less flashing lights.Due to technical difficulties, this blog will be picture free until further notice. I will try to upload some! Correction: I am stealing my roommates pictures at the moment.
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