Madrid: Day 2 Explorations

Can’t even begin to describe how much fun I had this day!

After breakfast in the hotel we had some spare time before our trek to the royal palace so we strolled  around the area. Then we joined our group and all were left completely in awe by the splendor of the royal palace’s interior rooms (We saw 20, but there are more than 2,800!). Unfortunately no photography was allowed inside, and we all wanted to cry a little when they told us. I can’t even begin to describe how beautiful it was.

Exterior of the immense Royal Palace

After enjoying a bocadillo for lunch from El Museo de Jamón, we explored some more.

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The Spaniards love their ham.

While strolling through Plaza Mayor, we stared unabashedly at some really cool and talented street performers, but avoided the ones who dress up like creepy overgrown babies and squeal at you as you pass by. *shivers*

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“Sandman” street performer — very cool!

Nearby, we found El Botín, the oldest restaurant in the world (according to Guinness Book of World Records)! We also happened upon the über-famous chocolateria San Gines that has its walls covered with pictures of celebrities eating there (I sat under a picture of Javier Bardem), where we enjoyed the best churros y chocolate in Spain.  Afterwards, we went back to the hotel to give our poor aching feet a break and I got to Skype with mis padres! For dinner I got to enjoy some tapas and Sangria.

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San Gines doesn’t mess around. That is THICK hot chocolate!

While we were wandering the streets trying to figure out what to do for the night, we met these two girls from Sweden (Camila) and Finland (name was too complicated and difficult to pronounce) who were working in Madrid as nannies, and they got us into a couple nightclubs (El Palacio and Joy) for free! Well, those nannies had the hook-up, because we also enjoyed free drinks until 1:30 AM, and then danced the night away! I, along with most of the Americans, trudged home at around 3:30.

I bet the Spaniards were amused, because they don’t usually even start arriving at the clubs until around 2 or 3 in the morning, and then they stay dancing until sunrise. But we were still suffering from jet lag (or at least that was the excuse we told to make ourselves feel better).

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