Eleven days in Spain in the spring of 2017. My home base was Madrid. I also saw Segovia, Avila, Hervas and traveled with old friend Madrid born Frank Vielba, and author of Living in Spain's Turbulent Years:The Story of a Remarkable Life, available at Amazon books.
Monday, May 8, 2017
LAST NIGHT IN SPAIN
packed and set the alarm so I could wake up for the taxi. I felt
stressed and tired at the end. I think everything fit well, but I am
pretty over packed, so I am worried about the weight as I always am,
even with this light weight luggage.
I slept and then woke up at nine thirty.
guess it was not time to say good-bye yet, so I got dressed and
walked around Tirso de Molina and then down the Lavapies where all
the Indian places are selling food. They are so aggressive that I
can't just stand and study and menu to see if it might be a
possibility with no bread and no rice. I hate aggressive
salespersons. "No Gacias is not enough. " They keep after
me, calling me a friend, appealing to me to sit down. One fellow was
so persistent that I took his card to get him off my back.
would never eat at his place, so he wasted a card that is in the
garbage at Tirso de Molina where it won't even tempt me on another
trip. And I am the guy who throws nothing away, but uses these things
walked through a huge market and the lines were just incredible.
I been really hungry I would have had the chicken dish for just 5
euros, but the lines were too long to pay. There were a few small,
high tables there with uncomfortable high chairs, but nothing
market was amazing and clearly very popular as was another one on
Tirsa de Molina. I'd say they are the coming thing with little
stores going away. But there are crowds and lines, at least at
I had fun watching the people. So many pretty young girls out for
entertainment of some sort. So many different sorts of people, all
colors, with Muslims and Blacks and Indians all mixed together in
certainly stood out.
that is why the restaurant lackeys were so persistent.
at this big guy," they must have said, "If I can get him in
here, he will eat a ton of food."
all I have to do is wake up tomorrow and pack myself to a cab that
takes me to the airport. It should not be hard, but I always get a
bit anxious. I turned my phone on to use the alarm. That may cost
me ten dollars if I understood Elizabeth correctly.
am not a great fan of these phones.
ex brother-in-law, Tommy, was down sizing and he gave me a fine
clock. It might be a bit big to carry to Europe, but I can read it
am so spoiled by hotels and wake up calls that I forgot in a hostal
that would not happen.
was content on this last night to be on my way home. Is that
something the brain just arranges when it is time to go?
was so excited to come.
I was so delighted with each day.
I was now delighted to move to my next adventure.
I drifted off to sleep I was thinking of son Dana. Today is his
birthday. We'll have a bit of a party in Boston when I get back.
cab was easy. I walked three steps and a cabbie saw me from the
plaza and came down my street to get me. I asked if the airport was
thirty euros, and he confirmed that it was, so I was set. I gave him
the number of my terminal, 4S.
was ridiculously early. Too much traveler's anxiety.
may have helped me get an aisle seat on the plane. The clerk was
very attentive, although weak in English. It took me a while to
remember “silla” and I acted out that I wanted an aisle seat. “
Pasillo” would have helped me.
she gave me what I wanted, and so I was easily set to use the
bathroom. I did explain that I was diabetic and needed the “bano.”
She got it.
was actually the first person in the terminal. I sat and looked out
at the mountains and the coming and goings of the plane. I napped a
it began to fill up and I was better rested, I walked up La Mary
waiter was not happy with me because he was not at the door to greet
and seat me, so I picked my own table, a small one with just two
see that trip advisor does not rate this restaurant as very high. I
had a fine meal. I wanted to use up my euros, but was anxious about
overspending, so I had a Caesar salad.
can't tell if the waiter spoke English because I only used Spanish.
waiter asked me if I wanted “pan”. I had some, but it was not
very good. I suspect it was yesterday's or the day before.
I drank only water because I did not want to have to use
the bathroom often on the flight.
travelers passed me, and they were entertaining. I ate slowly.
salad was delicious with anchovies added. I love anchovies.
he asked if I were finished, I said, “No, gracias. Yo no tengo
prisa.” and that was enough.
still left with over ten euros, but I gave them to Dana later at his
party; he is going to Greece soon.
when I took my seat, it was perfect. next to me in the window seat
was a beautiful and thin Asian girl who went to MIT but traveled
with grants to all sorts of places. Being a big guy I appreciate thin companions.
we had some pleasant conversation and then she read a bit of Frank's
book and slept while I watched movies. Some of the movies were in Spanish with English subtitles. One in German with English subtitles, especially one called "Franz" which I did not get to finish. I watched Notting Hill again and enjoyed it. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0125439/ I did not sleep.