A few photos of Madrid and a book to comment about.
Last month, DH and I went to Madrid for our annual dirty weekend, if a weekend where both particpants are married to each other and shower everyday can be dirty. It's a break from the children, a chance to make sure that we can still talk to each other without awkward breaks and a chance to grab some culture without having to make it appeal to 10 year olds. Madrid came up because of the convenient flights, both time wise and price wise, so off we jetted. Having done Barcelona last year and having realised that a smattering of Spanish ( dos cervesas, per favore ) and a dash of French helps, we were pretty sure of a good time. Madrid lacks the seaside but has the museums, including the Prado, which I had long wanted to visit. We got there, got our paseo del arte and were off. Lovely. Lovely. Lovely. We visited all the cultural sights of the city, the Royal Palace, the museums and the Bernabeau Stadium. That last was my idea; what else do you do in a big city on a Saturday afternoon....