At this point, I've been to Madrid so many times, I don't find it intimidating anymore. However, for being my least favorite city in the entire country, I am there far too often. This time, I had good reason- to pick up Jen who came to visit all the way from Buffalo. She wanted to do and see everything, which actually got me looking at parts of Madrid I hadn't seen before. I've been to the Crystal Palace a handfull of times, but only every from the outside. I could see this big all-white sculpture made of plastic. I never understood what made white laundry baskets and lawn furniture so exciting. Jen wanted to go in, and this is what we discovered.
Such a small detail and I was so surprised by it. How could I have walked past that many times, never going in, and never knowing that the very bottom of the sculpture got exciting? That's what I get I suppose.
My favorite spot in Madrid is looking over at those steps and thinking how pretty it looks to see all those people sitting on the other side. "You've never been over there? But it's your favorite place in Madrid?" Jen said. I suppose that it is fairly ridiculous that I never took the five minutes to join the exciting people on the steps across the water.
And we made it! I can officially say I've been to the other side of the water now. Suppose I needed a little push. I'm a creature of habit. When I go to the same places, I go see the same things, I take the same routes. It's crazy, really.
The very center of Madrid...therefore the very center of Spain. Kilometer zero. My first time standing on it.
The far side of the Royal Palace near the gardens. All I'll say is, my daddy and his crew could have done a more exciting garden for the king.
Madrid treated us fairly well. We had a very interesting roomate who we quite enjoyed spending the evenings with. I made her bed and she in turn gave me an icecream bar. Match made in heaven. I attempted to listen in on her Portuguese conversation and caught about 3 phrases of her entire 20 minute conversation...perhaps I should take up another foreign language. She also insisted that I looked like Kate Hudson and any part of me that wasn't exactly like Kate was filled in by Kirsten Dunst. The interesting thing is my sister Megan gets the Kirsten Dunst card a lot and my sister Jesse gets the Kate Hudson one. Well well. I disagree with it all but it was just so strange to get the same reaction from some Brazilian girl in a hostel in Madrid. Feels like a small world.
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