Good morning! Buenos dias! Plain ol' hola.
¡ Hola ! Not holla!
Drink and tapas goes like this. Bacalao at Revuelta. Supposedly the best bacalao in the city, and likely true. Turns out it's cod, as in fish and chips cod. Tough to say if it's the best fish (sans chips) I've ever had, maybe. On to tacos. On to some high end jamon and garlic shrimp (in this case, the best in the city - the best, Jerry, the best). Great for dipping bread too.
Being in Madrid, why not an hour and a half nap in the middle of the day. Around 4:30, back to the rooftop patio. That Peloza dad is having fun, really. Why does everyone always say I look grumpy?
No grumpiness here. Maybe I just look grumpy in contrast.
Back out for some manchego and bocadillo de calamares (the most awesome thing, fried calamari sandwich!). Then back to the apartment to talk to those Peloza kids. Half a world away but always in the center of my heart.
Back out again. This time to Emma. If you ever find yourself near the Plaza Mayor in Madrid, which for most people is about twice a year, go here for some tostas. Even the goat cheese tastes amazing here, and the second best homemade guacamole in the world. And the most wonderful feeling looking up and out into the street (with the guy who showed to play guitar at our wedding also stopping by for a drink and a smoke).
The day ends with some wine and carrefour potato chips on terrace, watching the city motor on. Tomorrow, rinse and repeat.
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