Our second night in Madrid was the tapas crawl that will never be forgotten. I don’t think I can truly describe the atmosphere to any but the small group that experienced it… but to try and illustrate…
- Food. Food. More Food. Everything you try is more delicious than the last. Olives. Seafood. Ham. Croquettes. Chorizos. Tortillas. Potatos. Fried things I don’t even know what they are.
- Tinto de Verano. This was my first introduction to this wonderful invention. It’s basically local wine with lemonade added. When Carlos first told me what it was, I was “ewww” and chose ‘real’ red wine instead. But after a sip of Elli’s ‘tinto’ I was converted.
- People. The people in Spain are lovely. Friendly, fun, outgoing. A highlight moment was when Julio (Elli’s Dad) was dancing flamenco with another old man in one of the bars. Yes, we were all pretty smashed at this point. Another highlight was the man cutting the ham, who not only posed for photos with us, but chatted and laughed and didn’t mind our intoxictated craziness.
- The Bars. Each bar is unique and has it’s own personal character. They are usually quite small, and you stand along a wooden bench, or find a stool, or fit wherever there is a bit of space. The décor is always individual and interesting and tells a story about the bar and the food.
We basically ate and drank our way through the backstreets of Madrid. So much food I don’t know how we were still walking, but it was impossible to say no. It is truly a night that none of us will ever forget.
Quote of the night would have to be:
“I have asthma” – Julio, in response to a comment about farting in his sleep.
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