This is Madrid.Two weeks ago, my friend Scott and I decided to take a holiday to escape dark, wintry England...and we found ourselves in Spain! We spent two days taking in the sights, attempting to experience the essence of Madrid.
The turning of leaves implies change; seasons change as summer's green glory gives way to autumn's crisp crimson and golden hues. The leaves of a book tell of adventures and trails conquered. And, as one chapter ends, another opens - beautiful, clean, new - blank to be written upon. For me, that is now. I am Turning Leaves.
Meet Scott!
This woman was amazing! No, she is not a statue!! She was absolutely caked in mud and sat stock-still. If you put money in the little box at her feet she would move ever so slowly - like one of those statuettes in a music box - and bow or make some other gesture of thanks. I've never seen anything like it.
Like two Hobbits, Scott and I strolled into St. Gines Chocolateria for our second breakfast on our second day in Spain. This is one of my favourite memories of Spain. Oh my goodness...hot chocolate will never be the same for me again. Forever more all other cups of cocoa will seem cheap imitations of the ultimate perfection I found here. This hot chocolate was deliciously thick and gooey. Many people 'drink' it by dipping in churros (fried donut-like sticks that I'm holding in my hand) and scooping out the contents. Yummy. It's worth a trip to Spain just for that!