Madrid, Spain: We´re here!

It´s good to be ¨home¨! (Madrid was my home during my junior year of college, and it always feels good to be back.) We just ate our fill of paella, carne con papas, and neopolitan ice cream at El Museo de Vino near the Puerta del Sol. Now we´re typing in our blogs on deadline. Gary, our tour director, wants us to meet at 9 p.m. to head back to the hotel.

The flights from San Antonio to Newark and Newark to Madrid were good. Cramped, but good. Everyone´s luggage, but mine and Sarah´s, arrived without a problem, and ours arrived on the next flight. (Thank goodness! The Continental employee who helped us was an American--from Honolulu--who´s lived in Madrid for the past 25 years. I told her that I understood why.) On the plane, we met a group from the Canary Islands, who´d been visiting San Antonio for a week. They did a special misa folklorico (folkloric mass) at San Fernando Cathedral while they were in town. I´m sorry I didn´t know anything about it, or I would have gone. I believe they also performed at the Folklife Festival. Nice people! They invited us to visit the Canaries on our next trip. I´d love to take them up on the offer.

From the hotel, we got on a tour bus and traveled down Castellana, a lovely tree-lined boulevard with beautiful red and yellow flowers designed to look like the flag of Spain. We passed the Real Madrid Soccer Stadium, a giant El Corte Ingles (with a mermaid billboard), a Botero sculpture (giant hand), the U.S. Embassy, a square dedicated to Christopher Columbus, the Palacio de Comunicaciones--an unbelievably beautiful post office, and Cibeles fountain. We then turned onto Alcala and then onto Gran Via, two of Madrid´s main streets (think Fifth Avenue). Tons of shops, too many McDonald´s, and giant billboards for American films (Ocean´s 13, Spiderman 3, and Pirates of the Caribbean 3).

We traveled to the Palacio Real, Spain´s royal palace, for a guided tour. Until I read ¨The History of Spain,¨ I didn´t realize the king who built the palace was originally from France, so that´s why the palace looks so French. Think Versailles. Rich tapestries in gold, silver and silk, parquet wood floors, marble for days, gold everywhere, painted ceilings, and on and on. The ¨Smoking Room¨ is my favorite room. Chinese-style enamel everywhere. The gigantic dining hall isn´t too shabby either. (I would love to go to a state dinner there some day!)

From the Palacio Real, we made a stop at La Plaza de España to see a sculpture of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. When we return to Madrid at the end of the trip, our hotel will be nearby. Great location, close to everything I want to see and visit.

Dinner at the Museo de Vino was quite good. I sat with some of our Alaskan busmates. I also met a family from San Antonio whose daughter is studying in Madrid for the summer. Small world!

Stay tuned for more scoop. Right now, we´re all tired after our all-day travel across the Atlantic. (Although not as tired as our friends from Alaska. It took them 26 hours of non-stop travel to get here!) It´s good to be back in España. Thanks for traveling with us!