Two years late, my friend and I began to plan our 30th birthday trip. Ten years ago, we had dreams of celebrating in India. Then India morphed into Portugal. And finally, Portugal became Madrid, Pisa, and Florence. And the 30th birthday notion got a bit murky when my sister joined our group and helped plan the trip. After all, why not? None of us are 30 anyway.
So there were three of us bouncing along in the Almería-Madrid bus. In Madrid, we met up with our airbnb host and attempted to regain our land legs by climbing the steps to the top story of a too-tall apartment building.
We had dinner in an unimpressive restaurant with a flickering fluorescent light. Madrid had to be better than that, we knew.
It was.
The next day:
But our favorite part of Madrid? The street musicians.
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🙂 Glad you had such a lovely trip.