“Mighty columns, giant statues, massive walls, and everything covered with the finest hieroglyphs and reliefs. I was, of course, deeply impressed, and so was Pückler-Muskau, so much so that he left a deep impression on the building, literally…”
In China, I was blissfully a toddler; as soon as I returned to Germany, I was reminded of my inadequacy.
There’s much more to Pamplona than the bull run and bull fights – this beautiful, lively, laid-back city surprised me and left a mark on me even in the very short time I was there.
My mission in Madrid this time around, with an old like-minded friend and now a local of the city: to experience some of the best in food, drink, nightlife and general fun across Madrid’s barrios, without so much of the obvious sightseeing – with a bit of work thrown in, believe it or not.
” I was happy to be hanging out alone and simply absorbing things, at my own pace, the key to my friend’s apartment in my purse, being able to come and go as I pleased. During the day I took one very long walk that led me through the gorgeous Parc de la Ciutadella and ancient narrow streets to Mercat de la Boqueria, the latter of which I frantically fled after a mere two and a half minutes, rowing against a torrent of tourists. I took refuge in the metro and immediately went back to Poblenou.”
After this Monday intro and for the next three Saturdays, I will share tips, tales and tattle with you on my simultaneously relaxing and somewhat crazy ride through Spain earlier in August. First things first: How did I get on the ride?