CHAPTER 5
Arriving in Madrid feels like arriving at some distant aunt’s house: a little different, a little quirky, but very homey and very comfortable, no matter if it’s your first, or thirty first visit. In our case, we had both been here before, and we had both fallen in love with the country’s anesthetic culture and untroubled way of life. In that way, it was a homecoming of sorts, and we wasted no time, and heeded no thought of slumber, to head out for some midnight cocktails and tapas, followed by some ungodly churros y chocolate early in the mañana- two of our favorite Spanish traditions.
Sadly, Madrid was only a way station on this tour of the Old World, and we found ourselves leaving before we had ever come to rest. We were headed south, to the coast, to the land where Africa and Spain meld like the whites of two fried eggs in a pan. Our steed of choice to get us there: an opal colored Fiat 500, a spirited mount if there ever was one, and just the right size for a road trip through the Spanish countryside. Granada was our first destination, and the famous Alhambra the carrot that lead us there…
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