I arrived to Madrid around 4:00, and y'all while the Madrid airport is one of the cleanest I have ever encountered it was beyond confusing. No guides, no directions, strictly following signs in Spanish that are leading you in the right direction (hopefully?). Honestly, I just located a local and followed them up the stairs, down the stairs, to the baggage claim and out the door. The taxi took me to the most adorable little bed and breakfast Abracadabra ran by the sweetest little old couple, who made the best breakfast- grilled cheese, my friends!
|Abracadabra Bed and Breakfast- the owners daughter did all the artwork!|
|Plaza Mayor representing the Spain in so many ways.|
|Jusepe de Ribera’s, ‘Mujer de Barbuda’ (‘Bearded Woman’)- this haunting photo was hands down my favorite at the Prado.|
If you are wondering how in the world I was able to do all this walking as a single gal who was unaware of the street names being posted on the sides of buildings then welcome to my travel hack 101: Follow the old folk! Seriously, they are abundant here in Spain and love to talk walks- the little old ladies in partners gossiping and the little old gents with the canes/weapons. They know where they are going, which makes me look like I know where I'm going and it's so easy to switch from one pair to the next!
|The road to Toledo, which almost beat out Madrid for Capital city- almost.|
|Oldest Restaurante in Madrid, just check the record books.|
|This is where you buy your sweets folks, from the nuns and they are delicious!|
The next day bright and early I was off with another great breakfast in my belly.
|That lovely flower being consumed by my hair is courtesy of the ladies from the jewelry store.|
Until next time, Adios, Hasta Pronto, Be Blessed . . .