I’m sad to leave Rome, I’ve already decided I have to come back here and stay for at least a week, but I’m excited to get off the plane in Madrid. We leave the airport, jump on the metro, and head to our hotel, which is in a tiny backstreet just beside Puerta del Sol – which is a huge plaza in the middle of Madrid. On our way to the hotel we’ve already passed the “Museo de Jamon” (Museum of Ham) which has Col’s jaw drop to allow drool to trickle down his cheek.
In the hotel, we meet up with Mama and Papa Torres (Elli’s parents) and we’ve lost Juan (who’s gone to catch up with his family after more than 5 years absence) so our group is back to 6 people. That night we consider crashing, as it’s been a long day of travel, but we just can’t do it, so instead we head out to a salsa club with an old friend of Carlos – who is a dancer.
The night was fun. In summary, the dancers were okay – not amazing – however everyone told us that most of the city had gone to the beach for summer, so there weren’t many people left in town. One thing we really noticed that first night was the the idea of a ‘drink’ could be anything from about 3 Australian shots, to a quarter of a bottle – in one glass! And people say that Australians are alcoholics….
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