Day 8 Madrid

It was a slow day with not much to post. We did go to the Prado Museum and spent several hours touring a maze of galleries. The Prado's considered by many to be the best art museum in Spain and one of the five best in the world. It has a massive collection of old masters that's made up of massive paintings from the 1100's to the 1700's. It not easy to get around; we spent most of the time trying to figure out where we were. It was great seeing all the masters, but after two hours I was exhausted, and two hours is not nearly enough to do it justice.

Afterwards we went to an outdoor cafe up the street from the Prado and had a Jamon Iberico sandwich and some paella. It was fine but the people watching was better.

We've been traveling together now for eight days and it's getting a little tedious. At home we usually go our separate ways from early morning until late afternoon. Over here we don't get any time alone and the nerves get a little frayed. We haven't had much in the way of any "Lively Discussions". That usually happens in the car and we're getting too old and tired to argue very much - we just shut up. It seems as though most of our conversations consist of, "Huh", "What, "What did you say", "Did you hear me". I guess that's part of getting old? I think Sylvia can't hear, nor does she talk loud enough. Harumph!

In the evening we went up to the square by the Chueca metro station. As usual all of the 50 or 60 outdoor tables were taken, instead we got a window seat at a small cafe looking over the Plaza de Chueca and had a few before dinner drinks. As soon as it turned 8:30 we went to dinner Le Coco. Sylvia ordered a spinach fettuccine with three cheeses, and I had baked oxtail, pasta, and cheese that sort of resembled a lasagna. Both were very good. That was the end of the day and I don't know what we're doing tomorrow.

Prado

Large Art