Madrid, Spain
Booking that ticket to Spain always felt right to me; I mean the flight was dodgy and two fools were breaking into a mouth fight that the attendants had to break up but upon landing in Madrid I was feeling really positive. Some natives helped me navigate the train system, I felt like I could achieve wonders with my anorexic Spanish (I did not achieve many wonders with said anorexic Spanish) and the hostel I'd chosen was just beautiful. If I could voice only one criticism though, and this is about MYSELF, four days in the city was just too long for me.
So, Madrid - people were asking me a lot why I wasn't going to Rome or Paris, common stops in the old Europe, but Spain is as well; it's rich with a colourful history. Upon looking outside my dorm window on that first night and having chatted with a nice Korean girl who knew who Doona Bae was, I can say that I was intrigued.
I felt like I could be inspired by looking through that window and at the dorm itself; think it had something to do with the Ortega quote painted on the orange wall.
'Progress can only be achieved when we think big, it is only possible to advance when we look into the distance.' - Jose Ortega y Gasset
This is a city of badarses and classical architecture, crowded eateries which I sadly didn't become fluent in navigating (there's a lot of calamari here for those interested) and so many people in dress up; should you come by Dora the Explorer you will hence know her as Dora the Destroyer if the mask gets taken off.
There was a bicycle with a toilet installed on it parked in Plaza Mayor and the statue of a bear in Puerto del Sol (note Olaf from Frozen doing the rounds) that grants you good luck should you touch its leg.
I was left disbelieving when my cold at the time chose to stick around, eventually inducing a stint going up and down Calle Conde de Aranda in search of a clinic, Unidad Medica (nice people, they gave me free water), that spoke English. Should a receptionist happen to say 'botox' you know you've knocked on the wrong door.
The botox incident aside, amongst the Spanish Palace, the Cathedral, countless equine statues and the world's oldest restaurant, Sobrino de Botin (that's right, I stood outside that bad boy), here are some of MY personal favourites.
Kicking things off, here's a statue of a big green frog. I'll just let that sink in then, eh?
The Reina Sofia, one of Madrid's many and what I'm guessing contemporary galleries, is a good way to spend a Sunday afternoon since the entry is free; I stumbled across some works by Dali, Picasso and Rivera which my inner art student of thirteen years really appreciated. On The Dorito Tour I found myself finding so many museums and galleries by accident which really made my day. Other examples were in Dublin, Marrakech and Amsterdam.
Parque del Retiro's another stop which could possibly be the setting for a Spanish Blair Witch knock off - could definitely see myself wandering around these gardens and getting lost. The fountains and... el grande water feature (you can canoe across it) were picturesque, as well as the monument to Alfonso XII - they also serve good hot chocolate here. I would add that gypsies hang out around these parts so if some woman offers you a sprig of rosemary, just keep walking because she'll expect you to pay. If you're an Aussie though, demand a leg of lamb with it should you feel like evening the score.
Templo de Depod also gained my interest, mostly on account of the Egyptian temple they've got set up there. On my last night in Madrid I made the walk over to have a look - I got my times mixed up so I was unable to go inside said temple (first world problem, I know) but the area does come with a lovely sunset-esque view of the Cathedral. I learnt somewhere, I think from Nomadic Matt, that if you're ever in Madrid, find yourself a good view so I guess I did. Points.
Another highlight I'm happy to share is visiting my first foreign zoo - this was a travel moment I'm very proud of. I was still wary about navigating the train system of a country where I don't speak the language but I achieved the goal and wound up in Casa de Campo, an area that was reminding me a lot of Melbourne. The fauna on display brought a vibrancy to the place and there were some species I hadn't seen before. Originally I'd come because word was they had a black panther on display (I have a fetish and it's got nothing to do with Chadwick Boseman) but I was mistaken. No regrets though. It was a good morning.
I'm an avid player of the game, Nomad, with simple and oh so humble needs. Nice, big eyesores are scattered through out the world, which I'm happy to see, but along the way there'll be something rather... ordinary, which I'll stop for. Madrid's little find was the Spanish flag, waving majestically in Plaza de Colon. Literally, I could spend an hour watching the red and yellow fly. One thing Spain's good for is providing points of fixation.
Lastly, and I'm hoping you've been wondering since this paragraph is happening because of it - how did I settle on this blog post's title? I stayed at U Hostel on Calle de Sagasta and I cannot voice enough how nice it was there; word is it's a boutique hostel which I'm trigger happy to agree with. The staff were helpful from the moment I walked through their doors, compassionate when I got sick (the eyes were bloodshot after a sleepless night kiddies) and they make some good churos for breakfast. All of that said, when you check out they'll give you a postcard of Plaza Mayor with a nice little saying printed across it.
You get me now flock member?
Having stared at the postcard for the past few weeks, it gave me the inspiration for what to blog about next. U Hostel, muchas gracias. Estas palabras son para usted.
Booking that ticket to Spain always felt right to me; I mean the flight was dodgy and two fools were breaking into a mouth fight that the attendants had to break up but upon landing in Madrid I was feeling really positive. Some natives helped me navigate the train system, I felt like I could achieve wonders with my anorexic Spanish (I did not achieve many wonders with said anorexic Spanish) and the hostel I'd chosen was just beautiful. If I could voice only one criticism though, and this is about MYSELF, four days in the city was just too long for me.
Madrid, Spain (taken 2016)
Madrid, Spain (taken 2016)
'Progress can only be achieved when we think big, it is only possible to advance when we look into the distance.' - Jose Ortega y Gasset
Madrid, Spain (taken 2016)
Madrid, Spain (taken 2016)
Madrid, Spain (taken 2016)
Madrid, Spain (taken 2016)
Kicking things off, here's a statue of a big green frog. I'll just let that sink in then, eh?
Madrid, Spain (taken 2016)
Madrid, Spain (taken 2016)
Madrid, Spain (taken 2016)
Madrid, Spain (taken 2016)
Madrid, Spain (taken 2016)
Madrid, Spain (taken 2016)
(Taken 2016)
Having stared at the postcard for the past few weeks, it gave me the inspiration for what to blog about next. U Hostel, muchas gracias. Estas palabras son para usted.
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