A few hours after not getting gored, I hopped on a train and slept the entire way to Madrid. I found a hostel smack dab in the middle of the city and have spent the last day and a half wandering around, eating my face off, snapping photos, and butchering the Spanish language. It’s strange being alone; especially without a cell phone.
This city has some pretty buildings:
another statue of some Spaniard
I can’t remember the names of most landmarks…how sad is that?
Plaza Mayor. (it says it on the building)
These two cracked me up. Who says romance ever dies?
read my book in this park
I looked down a random alley and caught this
This place had every kind of food imaginable; a great vibe too
I don’t usually take pics of my food, but this one’s for you A$
Off to Budapest tomorrow.