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After the interestingly slow public holiday here in Italy, Lia and I hopped on a plane bound for Madrid, Espana. I considered this to be a coming of home of sorts because of my love for late nights and eating while standing (also while drinking). I was excited because many food people consider Spain the most exciting place to eat in the world, outside of Asia and I was anticipating our trip to San Sebastian, the home of more Michelin stars than any other city in the world.
You have to look at Spain as completely different from Italy. There is almost as much history (especially in cities such as Barcelona), but they are much closer to the New World and therefore way more modern in almost all aspects of life. Madrid reminded me of home, Texas I mean. Its lush vegetation mixed in with dry arid hillsides and dusty plains, started to look a lot like the hill country and I sometimes lost myself with images of cowboys riding across the Texas landscape.
We met up with Lia's friend who lives outside of Madrid and toured the city, sampling some of the best tapas and pinxtos (peen-chos) in Spain. We went to the Reina Sofia art gallery and saw Miro, Dali and Picasso, just to name a few. On Friday we decided to go by bus to a small village outside of Madrid called Chinchon. It was a pleasant afternoon and a good meal with the best blood sausage I have ever had. Don't knock it before you try it. On Saturday, I dragged the girls to a bullfight and we saw the unpleasant sacrifice of six relentless toros to their colorful opponents, the matadors. After four nights of eating and drinking it was time to go to San Sebastian...
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