Our trip started coming to a close on Thursday, when we took a train to Madrid. The train ride was about four hours long so it was very nice once we got there and could get off the train. When we arrived in Madrid, my parents knew exactly wha
t to do, as they had already been in Madrid and I hadn’t. We took the metro to Sol, the area where our hotel was, and walked about five minutes to our hotel. After settling in at the hotel, I was very excited to get out and go shopping – there was tons of shopping right around where we were! We walked around the streets for a while heading toward the Prado Museum (the huge famous art museum). Everyone knows that the Prado is the thing to see in Madrid, so obviously we had to see it, especially with my mom the art history fanatic. Knowing our time in Madrid was very limited and we couldn’t see absolutely everything in the museum, my dad and I mapped out a plan, making sure we went to all the rooms with paintings we wanted to see. The plan made it go much quicker so we’d still have time for other things later. My mom knew a lot of the artwork and she loved seeing the Goya pieces. I was excited to see some famous paintings I’ve learned about this semester in my Spanish Art class, and my dad also had a f
ew he seemed excited to see. Upon leaving the museum, my mom and I were ready for some more shopping, so my dad went back to the hotel to rest while she and I shopped for a bit. We left again to seek out some dinner around Plaza Mayor around 9 pm. My dad, obsessed with Rick Steves, had seen an episode about eating pig’s ears in Madrid, so we had to find that place first. I hadn’t seen him so excited the whole trip. On the way there, we passed a ham museum, which he was almost even more enthusiastic about. We arrived at the pig’s ears place and my mom and I decided to pass – we give my dog pig’s ears as treats; there’s just something weird about eating the same food as your dog. My dad enjoyed them, though. Afterwards, my mom and I decided we wanted a non-Spanish dinner (like I had warned them, they found Spanish food to be a little bit less than appetizing; my dad liked it better than my mom though). We went to a fast food sandwich place called Pan’s, ordered a couple sandwiches and ate them in Plaza Sol. The sandwiches were decent. After that, my dad wanted to get some tapas and drinks, so we did that before calling it a night and heading back to the hotel.
t to do, as they had already been in Madrid and I hadn’t. We took the metro to Sol, the area where our hotel was, and walked about five minutes to our hotel. After settling in at the hotel, I was very excited to get out and go shopping – there was tons of shopping right around where we were! We walked around the streets for a while heading toward the Prado Museum (the huge famous art museum). Everyone knows that the Prado is the thing to see in Madrid, so obviously we had to see it, especially with my mom the art history fanatic. Knowing our time in Madrid was very limited and we couldn’t see absolutely everything in the museum, my dad and I mapped out a plan, making sure we went to all the rooms with paintings we wanted to see. The plan made it go much quicker so we’d still have time for other things later. My mom knew a lot of the artwork and she loved seeing the Goya pieces. I was excited to see some famous paintings I’ve learned about this semester in my Spanish Art class, and my dad also had a f
ew he seemed excited to see. Upon leaving the museum, my mom and I were ready for some more shopping, so my dad went back to the hotel to rest while she and I shopped for a bit. We left again to seek out some dinner around Plaza Mayor around 9 pm. My dad, obsessed with Rick Steves, had seen an episode about eating pig’s ears in Madrid, so we had to find that place first. I hadn’t seen him so excited the whole trip. On the way there, we passed a ham museum, which he was almost even more enthusiastic about. We arrived at the pig’s ears place and my mom and I decided to pass – we give my dog pig’s ears as treats; there’s just something weird about eating the same food as your dog. My dad enjoyed them, though. Afterwards, my mom and I decided we wanted a non-Spanish dinner (like I had warned them, they found Spanish food to be a little bit less than appetizing; my dad liked it better than my mom though). We went to a fast food sandwich place called Pan’s, ordered a couple sandwiches and ate them in Plaza Sol. The sandwiches were decent. After that, my dad wanted to get some tapas and drinks, so we did that before calling it a night and heading back to the hotel.
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