This picture captures our current feelings about Camp Nou. Not a smile. Not a frown. More like what did we just pay for?
Before we caught the train, we had a delicious brunch at a small cafe on a side street - all made with fresh ingredients. My croissant with goat cheese was divine. Not one male commented on my goat cheese, they find it normal, and so this means they are now Europenized.
The three hour train ride to Madrid was uneventful. We had WiFi so all was good. We have another super cute flat in Madrid with the most gorgeous wooden floors and door.
The city seems very quiet and doesn’t have the charm of Barca. There’s little to no Christmas decor. The metro wasn’t crowded; the streets have few people - except at the Wall of Wishes. Everyone seemed to have something they wished for.
We had an early dinner at a rooftop bar with delicious pork tacos and sangria. We went shopping at the local mercado because Keagan has to have fruit, Evan needed a bottle of wine, and Wes needed eggs for breakfast. I got laundry soap to do the laundry. We are just like the locals hanging our clothes out to dry.
At the Mercado, I found a bottle of sangria on the wine aisle for 1.29 euros. Evan thought for sure it would be nasty, but his wine cost 4.66. I’m betting his wine is nasty for that price.
We are all in pjs ready for sleep and another day of exploring tomorrow. It’s not lost to me how lucky I am to be here and to have the opportunity to experience the wonder of a new place.
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