Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Getting Home

I make my way back to the airport and get there one and a half hours before my flight. It takes me a full hour to get from the Metro station to my locker to the terminal and to the gate. I got there with barely enough time to use the restroom before we boarded.

The flight was long (8 hours) but not too bad.

I'm happy to be home.

Museum of Ham




I stop for lunch at Museo de Jamon (The Ham Museum!). I have bocadillo de Jamon (Ham sandwich) which is just a crunchy bagette with a thin slice of ham. But the ham is incredible!

Madrid Metro





The Madrid Metro is a lovely system. It's clean, timely, and has television!

Palacio Real




The Palace is elaborate and lush. The audio tour takes only about 1:45. The Palace is nice to see and all, and I'm glad I did it -- but it's not mind blowing or life changing. I'm far more impressed with the cityscape of Madrid.

Madrid has lots of clean streets with new buildings intermixed with the old.

Terracotta Man


He's fragile, he's decorative, he's a beautiful adornment. He's Terracotta Man!

Madrid




I disembark and I'm jazzed that I can read the signs and ask for things in a native tongue. Now my Spanish isn't great, but I feel empowered knowing that I can ask for directions, count my money, and figure out the Metro system.

I stuff my bag in a locker - armed with only a camera, I take the train to the Palacio Real (the Royal Palace). I'm able to get from plane to audio tour at the Palace in 1 hour. I'm pretty impressed with myself.

Greek Stereotypes

Greeks:
Do not eat pita all the time
Do not have any dishes with Phyllo dough, except spanikopita
Do not paint every building baby blue
Do not eat Hummus

Are a big hearted people who want nothing more than for you to enjoy yourself
Are a bit pushy...but not in a malicious way
Savor life
Are proud of who they are...maybe to a fault
Are shrewd business people and are always looking for an angle
Aren't judgmental

I think it's safe to say that I like Greeks.

PS: I also met no one named Zorba, did not see a gypsy, and not once did I hear "If I were a rich man"