A day in the Town

Firs of all, I admit I am not fair and balanced: some time ago I fell in love with this city. And each time I come it seems more cosmopolite, more international, with more tourists, with more foreigners; but also keeping a certain spirit of both village and also of pride of the people whose families have stayed there for generations.

In the morning I had to wait almost one hour in queue for the Prado museum (and it is 6 Euros fee!) and I was one of the few spaniards in the waiting line!

Trip to Madrid (II): the hoodie pays off

I was just walking off the Madrid Bus Station (Estación Sur - Méndez Álvaro) with my friend Javi, who is being my host. So then suddenly and english-speaking asian woman runs to me asking 'Excuse me, sir, where is the bus station?'... It was kind of shocking that of all people on the pedestrian crossing she chose me... I think the cause was the Princeton Hoodie that my friend Diego had given me as a souvenir...

By the wasy, it's the second time something similar happens to me: I went to Barcelona to do some research, and I was reading a Terry Pratchett book, 'Soul Music'. The train was packed, rush hour. There was an Indian guy, middle aged, in the other part of the wagon. So who chose the guy to ask for the stop?

Trip to Madrid

I plan to spend a day and half doing tourists things in Madrid (such as getting insulted by locals and beaten and mugged and expoliated by taxi drivers)... So I went in the bus. Of course, since we are at a healthy 2ºC (35 F) all the bus was hermetically closed and it looked like a turkish steam bath... and I wasn't the only nerd in the bus: the guy in front of me was reading 'Feets of Clay', one of the Discworld novels by Terry Pratchett