I am sitting in Parque del Buen Retiro watching runners and bikers and people lunching. There is a yoga studio next to my hostal. I slept with my window open to listen to the futbol celebrations and woke up (admittedly a bit too early) to birds chirping.
The men are sexy! The women are sexy! Even the dogs are sexy. I have not gotten lost yet (knock on wood) and spent my morning wandering the botanical garden and then staring at Dali and Picasso words at Museo de Reina Sofia. People speak more English (which is not to say I'm copping out on my Spanish BUT it's nice to not always be confused and lost in translation).
My hostal is adorable and I was finally able to wash my underwear and a few items of clothing. I even wore a real dress out last night on my tapas tour.
Speaking of the tapas tour. It was a splurge, yes, but I needed to be around people and around a bit of English. It was actually a great time. I finally tried sherry (3 kinds), had an amazing red wine and ate dogfish and some squid like thing as well as lomo and, of course, olives. I also met Heather, the guide of the tour and she gave me her cell # to perhaps join her tonight or tomorrow night out in Madrid. Relief!
Don't worry, I still have plenty of time to wander on my own. Now I'm off to Plaza Puerta del Sol (Madrid's version if Times Square and, I believe, home to the gay pride celebration this Friday).
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