It was quite an ordeal getting there. In my area, on Sundays getting a taxi is like hunting for treasure. It was so difficult to find one that I ended up missing my train. Thank goodness I didn't buy a ticket ahead of time. When I finally stumbled into my friend's apartment in Madrid, I dropped everything and announced I was ready to eat.
And eat I did - my first night, and the entire following day. Normally, I follow a healthy, restricted diet. But put me in a city and I go CRAZY. I seek out food that I can't find in my village - Chinese, Vietnamese, Thai, Japanese, Italian. I ate that weekend even when I wasn't hungry, because I absolutely wanted the comfort food. And the pastries! The yemas were such a buena pinta!
|(insert Homer Simpson drool here)|
Am I going to make this? YESSSSS!