November 6: I arrived in Madrid armed with four years of high school Spanish. Today was mostly spent recuperating from Munich, but I did have time to see a really pretty building.
I also made a quick pass through the Plaza Mayor as well as Madrid’s biggest park, though what really impressed me were the duck ladders on all the ponds. It’s funny to think that there was an actual person (or perhaps a committee?) who thought “Oh no, what if a duck lands in our pond and then isn’t able to get out?!” and then was willing to deal with all the red tape to actually get little tiny step ladders installed everywhere.
Evening finished by making some new friends over an authentic Spanish sangria. Authentic Spanish sangria is different from American sangria in that it’s got a half inch of undissolved sugar at the bottom of each glass. The sugar rush begins!
Niels Hoven
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Your post reminded me of my HS summer trip to spain…oh man…that was the first time I ever cold approached without even knowing what a cold approach was. We were lost, so asked for directions…these two girls stayed with us for 10 minutes walking us to the store we were looking for and asking all about us. They almost went back to the hotel with us to hang out. It was all unprepared luck led by them because we were foreigners. After that everytime we needed directions, I just found the hottest girl….I was 17 then…I had no idea what was to come