Or at least to the center of Madrid. Whatever.
Ready for some pictures? No?
How ’bout now? K. Let’s go.
Just kidding. I did other stuff. I took the bus into the Puerta de Alcala, and then walked a whole bunch. I saw a lot of really cool places I’d like to check out once I get some adventuring buddies in Madrid; eating alone in a strange city isn’t exactly high on my list of things to do.
However, I did get a lot of people-watching done, and I got to see several places that, up until now, I’ve only been reading about.
I’m in awe of the architecture in the area, and I’m also a fan of how much there is to do. Like I said earlier, it isn’t nearly as fun when you’re bumming around by yourself, but it was still very cool. This is a fairly touristy area, so I caught some American and British English floating around, as well as some French and German. That made me feel less weird about my sub-par Spanish skills.
For the record, the barista at Starbucks spoke English. Note to self: Just ask if people speak English first before totally embarrassing yourself with bad Spanish. Or is that culturally ignorant? Well, then again– I suppose it’s entertaining to watch a small girl like me fumble through Spanish. So never mind. I’m going to keep fumbling.