We had one night in Madrid.
I made sure we had a night in Madrid because one of my oldest friends Sarah is living there. Sarah lived in Germany when I lived in Italy, but before that we went to school together, all the way through from junior primary. She had the cutest Cindy pigtails. We used to jump on trampolines together, little blonde curly frogs.
Now she is an au pair in Spain, while I am an editor-at-large. ‘Now’ by our standards is a few months. It’s reassuring catching up with someone whose life is as varied as mine, in contrast with those who are buying houses and having babies and settling in for the long term.
We met at Gran Via, then went to Museo del Prado, which is free on Sunday afternoon. If I hadn’t been with Sarah I wouldn’t have known that. We looked at Goya and Patinir while Ian limped around in his new flip flops. I gave him bandaids and he perked up.
Then we walked to Parque del Retiro where we listened to people drumming with fervour across the lake. We sat with cold beers in the warm evening, eating sunflower seeds as night fell.
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