A perfect day

Pouring rain like crazy, with one degree of temperature but feeling like if I were living in Siberia. That’s how we have been here in Dublin for the last few weeks, praying deeply for a bit of sun.

So, here I am in a cafeteria drinking a cup of tea trying to find the energy to make it till home. Cause for the last five minute I stopped feeling in my fingers and it wasn’t very pleasurable. So right before that happens, while holding this warm paper cup and looking through the window I leave my mind wonder on how amazing might feel to gavillant for a quick bite and a drink in Madrid where in temperature was about 15 degrees (or so my family gladly I was informed 10 minutes ago).

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In my mind I was having one of those moments where for no reason you meet a couple of friends and for the sake of having something to eat you ended up living a perfect day. In this unplanned tour you enter into literally the first place you come up and discovered a 1906 tavern in Huertas with the best ever coated shrimps and a vermut, I mean it, BEST EVER!

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We continue visiting the traditional Mercado de San Miguel seeking for a place to stay, obviously not possible. Feeling the urge of that new delicatessen (note: any nice piece of food will make it into this category) it came to our mind that Juana la Loca wasn’t far  from us. So we headed into La Latina for that heavenly made Spanish omelette pincho. We salute you!

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Isn’t it funny how easily your mind release you from the stress of your reality. Now wearing with a nice smile in my face and certainly warmer I am ready to fight that last tram till home.

Although it was not that far when that daydream was a fact how fast I had forgotten about it when all around you gets a bit darker.It is clear to me that I might be needing some nice holidays.

 

I hope you have a great week and a bit of sun anywhere you are.

 

All the best,

 

(Spanish)

Vaya tela con el tiempo que hace seguro que en Siberia hace más calor. Congelada como un pajarito que se diría en mi pueblo. Así andamos por aquí, que el día que salga un rayo de sol saldremos todos los de la ofician en estampida.

En mi regreso a casa he tenido que hacer una parada porque estaba sintiendo los primeros síntomas de congelamiento. Así que aquí me encuentro en una cafeteria, tomándome un té a ver si entro en calor preguntándome lo rico que me sabría el irme de tapillas por esas calles lindas de Madrid.

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Ya sabes, el típico día que te juntas con otros dos y decidís ir “por ahi”. Y en esa aventura a lo tonto te encuentras dando vueltas por el casco antiguo de Madrid en una taberna que tiene mas años que maricastaño pero que te hacen un vermut que te deja mudo.

O en otra de esas intentonas fallidas por entrar al mercado de San Miguel te metes por la calle incorrecta, das tres vueltas pensando que por ahí regresaste y acabas en la Latina tomando el mejor pincho de tortilla la historia ha visto. Ay, que rico!

De regreso a mi realidad parece que el té ha hecho efecto y noto la sangre de nuevo circulando. Así que esta vez  ataviada con una sonrisa por esta ida de pinza me dispongo a enfrentarme al último tramo hasta el hogar.Ahora con una idea más clara en mí mente y es que creo que necesito vacaciones.

 

Que paseis buena semana y no os heléis mucho allí donde estéis.

 

Pictures: moonlight and raven
Thanks to El Abuelo http://lacasadelabuelo.es/historia/ where nothing seem has changed since 1906 . Location: C/ Victoria 12. Madrid.
Special thanks to the amazing company of that fantastic aventure. 


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