Trips: Day 10 Madrid

Well I got up this morning and went down to the bakery again to watch the bakers make bread. As I had my nose pressed against the window, I could see them looking at me and I imagined them saying:

"There's that old homeless geezer from yesterday. Think we should call the cops?"
"No, just look at him, he's harmless."
"Maybe we should just throw him a donut, he's drooling?"
"Nah, don't feed him, he'll never go away."

Anyhow, the store part of the bakery wasn't open, so I went back to the apartment hungry. We still hadn't figured out what we wanted to do today.

Finally, we decided to do nothing special as tomorrow was going to be a long day. Although we did go out for lunch around one thirty and walked up to the Bilbao Metro station and stopped in a very nice restaurant called Cafe Comercial. It was fine except when we walked in they immediately gave us an English menu and a waitress who couldn't speak English and didn't know what was on the English menu. So we never got some of what we ordered and some other things that were just wrong. As it turned out it didn't matter, it was all good, besides, what we didn't get were the sweetbreads which Sylvia wasn't really looking forward to. We had a great buffalo mozzarella, a fabulous steak tartar, and a very nice looking caramelized pudding and rice with violet ice cream. The waitress didn't get the bottle of wine wrong, and it's a good thing or there would have been a scene.