Adiós, Spain! Will keep this #Instawrites short and sweet, like our time in Madrid. No shtick this time either, as our hostel provided plenty enough - evidently Newton tried his hand at doomsday prediction back in the day, lending the founders of Newton 2060 Hostel a gimmick they leaned into for all it's worth. Live like there's no tomorrow, because in 42 years, there won't be one! #RagnarokAllNight #PartyTilTheBreakOfTheSeventhSeal #DisasterCapitalism
It was a great space to spend our time though, as the staff led us to Lamiak cafe, which may well be my favourite restaurant ever (tapas+jazz=perfection), and put on one heck of a pub crawl through the city our first night. Figured we'd better work off the finger food and (literal) buckets of sangria with running by the river and walks through Mercado San Miguel. Free-entry hours proved affordable, but hardly time enough to fully enjoy the exhibits at the Prado and Museo Reina Sofía. In keeping with my Basic Boy Fine Art Opinions, I dug the hell out of Hieronymus, and thought Guernica was great, despite the meta-layer chaos of hundreds of tourists clamouring about in constant turmoil to see the dang thing.
Thanks to our new polyglot pal @calling.dr.alex, we ate and cultured ourselves with minimal embarrassment at attempting Spanish, which @naveen.gram and I are still somehow convinced we'll be learning when we get back home...which is sooner than either of us would like to admit. World's got another 40 years to go, but we've only one more stop left before it's back to the Great White North. Stumbling across a Tim's at 4 A.M. proved a chilling reminder that the end is indeed nigh. #Madrid #Spain #Travel #NightHeat