Home! Home again! Well, right now I'm at work, but you know what I mean. I return full of tales of Moorish palaces, great works of art, sangria, excited archeologists, poppies, prostitutes, walled citadels, swords, marzipan hams, flamenco posing, and
churros con chocolate (I prefer the Catalan spelling: xocolata. Everything's better spelled with an X). Oh, and orange invisible nun cookies, of course.
But I am very tired (from, well, staying up late last night to sort my photos out, actually - I was home by 3pm, and Spain is only an hour ahead), and sadly I have much work to catch up on, so all I will say for now is: it was AWESOME to meet up with
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abyssinia!
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(And it's just "pants", not "the pants", btw. *g*)
I can't emphasize how it'll be extra pants by using "the"? :P
*makes note*
Oh, true, there was a very happy flail.
I mean, I did like the Reina Sofia and now there's something to come back to, but, yeah, the Thyssenianinaotinsreesoint was pretty good. I do think I didn't appreciate it enough for the entry fee (I went, um, faster than the suggested needed time) but I still liked it, aside from that top floor section. So when you go back.
And, yeah, I went EVERYWHERE. The Naval museum (which was in the Navy headquarters, wow) and then across town to the Debod, and then over beyond Plaza Mayor for lunch and then to get stamps and then back to the Thysssenseninain (near the Navy museum) and then the Retiro (gorgeous gorgeous park - you would have loved it) and then back to the hotel (put me back in the same room) and then out to dinner and, yeah, LOTS of walking. The gazpacho place was crowded so I went back to the first place again. Which wasn't nearly as good. But I just got ingredients to try making my own!
INVISIBLE NUN COOKIE!