Madrid

The train ride to Madrid was mostly uneventful, with the sole exception of my backpack ejecting itself from the luggage rack and landing squarely on my cabeza. No harm done though, I was able to recite all 21 alphabets perfectly.

After we checked into our hotels, we met Ruben's mom and sister for dinner in a restaurant named Kukuruxu or kumuruxu or something to that effect. Amy and I ordered a monkfish and seafood stew while everyone else elected to split a large order of shellfish. Our soup was amazing, but it looked like the shellfish dish was more work than it was food.

We awoke Wednesday morning with only one thing in mind- our cooking class! I'll let Amy write an entry about that, she can explain it much better than I.

After the class Amy and I had some housework to do- our mound of dirty laundry had grown considerably and the supply of fresh clothes dwindled, so we decided to tour the inside of a Spanish laundromat.

In the afternoon we took. stroll in the Museo del Prado and looked at some Goya paintings. Then we walked into the nearby park for some people watching before some more tapas for dinner.

-ming