At long last, we finally arrived safe and sound in Madrid. We made it into our hotel, the nh Barajas, which is not far from the airport. We will not be picking up our rental car until Saturday morning, so we needed something we could take a shuttle to. Our hotel is nice. It is very modern, which is not my style, but it is vey ice all the same. The staff is very nice too, which is always a plus. One of the front desk guys, Alesandro (not pictured here) was teaching me the directions right and left in Spanish. He taught me in a fun way, and we made a dance out of it. I will forever know derrecha y isguerra or right and left now, thanks to Alesandro’a fun little dance.
Once we got settled, we had to find a place to eat that was close by. Because our hotel is in the middle of a residential area, there is not much within a quick walking distance, and the restaurants that are here, do not open until much, much later. We ventured out and about though, and came across a small family owned and operated tapas bar, El Capricho.
The place was packed with locals when we arrived. Almost instantly, we provided the comedy relief. Between my very limited Spanish and the owner’s total lack of English, it was a wonder we got to eat at all. It literally took the whole village, with many laughs along the way, until one brave lady, my new friend Marta, stepped in to help out. She did not know much English either, but between she and I, we were able to figure out the menu, and Larry and I ended up with a delicious tapas meal.
The deal of the night was a combination of 4 tapas, a bottle of wine, a bottle of mineral water, and either a café or a postre, or dessert. We feasted on paella, Spain’s most popular dish, guisante y jamon or peas and ham, roasted pork asado, pollo al ajoito or garlic chicken, bread, wine and mineral water for dinner.
But of course, the fun and the comedy still continued as we eat. I decided to wear some of my chicken all down the front of my top, and when “Papa'” or Jose the owner, came out, he just started laughing and frowning at me, like a father would do to a child. Then he ran out with some kind of spray that looked like shoe polish and a scrub brush. He sprayed the stuff all over me, and then I had to wait and finish the meal before I could scrub it off. That stuff stunk so bad too. Once again, everyone in the place had a very good laugh. I am so happy I was able to provide the entertainment for the evening for everyone.
Because I had so much oil on my top, I ended up having to spray again, and wearing even more “shoe shine” throughout the rest of the meal. All throughout dinner, people kept looking over at me and couldn’t help but to chuckle. Oh well, you got to have fun, right?!
In between sprayings, dessert and café came. I opted for the café, which was like a very tiny, very strong espresso. Larry being the ice cream man, chose to have an ice cream instead.
After finishing off our caffe y postre, we had to call it a day. Even though in Spain, the evening does not even come to life until around 10:00 PM or so, we had had a long enough day, with way to many adventures, and we had to call it a day. We will be exploring Madrid in detail more tomorrow. But for now, buenos noches, or as they say in Spain, Buena noche.