Back to school

We last left Matt with a night (and early morning) of partying.

SUNDAY (Jan 27th)

Cherimoya

I’d been eying these weird fruits in the markets since getting here.

looks like a dragon egg

MONDAY - FRIDAY

the sun has just disappeared when I get out of class

Classes

This is my initial schedule

Thoughts so far

Don’t worry mom, I’ve since dropped the Cryptography class

Food

french fries seem to be a Spanish staple

I opted for the lowest tier, one meal only on weekdays. That’s enough to take the bulk of the burden of cooking off.

Other Highlights

SATURDAY

El Escorial

My timing was really off in the morning, so I checked out Atocha’s tropical display while I waited for my train.

there used to be hundreds of turtles living in this train station oasis

Train ride

Arrival

This was kind of magical. The weather report told me it would be a clear day. I was not prepared for the torrents of graupel greeting me at the station.

GRAUPEL (noun)
granular snow pellets

It was actually nice though, it calmed down into intermittent graupel flurries.

had to poke my phone over a stone wall to get this view

I saw this little village set up while I desperately searched for a public bathroom. Maybe it was supposed to be nativity scene?

notice the wintry weather

I decided to just head for the palace since they probably would have bathrooms inside

check out the stray peacock chilling out in the last pic

Lunch

Made my way into a cafeteria and shook a load of graupel from my hair (I’m getting as much mileage from that word as I can).

Fish (hake), croquettes, salad, fries

note to self, water doesn’t come with a “combo” plate

Afternoon

I just wandered through town until the sun started to set. Almost everything was closed for siesta. Before leaving I made a stop at la churreria for chocolate con churros.

the wind here is even worse than the UMass library

The warmth of the churros was the only thing keeping my fingers from freezing solid. Tasted even better this time around.

SUNDAY

El Rastro

My Rossman grandparents will be proud… Sunday morning is a huge flea market in the Centro district. The Spaniards won’t be starting at 6am though. It runs from 9am-3pm.

There were a couple of things I was on the lookout for.

Scarves

A lot of the hip guys around here wear big poofy scarves; my scarf game is weak in comparison.

Manbags

I didn’t find any crazy deals on either of these items for now.

Lunch

Around 2pm everyone on the streets had a styrofoam container with a bocadillo. This was as good a time as ever to try one.

jambon, tomato, bread, and oil

Matt reviews bocadillos

Verdict: I am not a bocadillo believer.

Afternoon

A friend from Spain knows someone in Madrid, and they made me a huge list of recommended sights to see in the city. I loaded them into Google Maps so I can easily see what’s nearby. I started making my way through this list for the afternoon.

My visits included

Teleférico de Madrid

The end of that list was particularly spontaneous.

Here there were some of the clearest views of the skyline I’ve seen yet. I made my way down the hills (not before stopping to swing in the playground) and soaked up the view along Lago Casa de Campo as the final few percent spilled from my phone battery.

I grabbed kebab para llevar on the way home to recharge. After 22,000 steps I deserved it.

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