Madrid: The bird's perspective

Life gets way much better when you're going south. No wonder why the birds escape the winter up here, when you live easier, more beautiful and even longer in the south. We did the same. We flew from a rainy Sweden to a Spain, painted golden by the sun.

Pimientos
Pimientos

Pimientos de Padrón, spicy peppers, at the food market.

Tapas bar in every corner. You won't be hungry in Madrid.

Café con leche
Café con leche

Toma Café with probably the nicest baristas and foamiest coffee with soya milk ever found in Malasaña.

Siesta must be the Spaniards best contribution to the civilization. Preferably, a lazy sunny afternoon in the Retiro park.

After siesta comes yoga.

Museo
Museo

Art is a question of who's looking. In this case me, what do I se? Me, myself and I. Or someone else's eyes in the upper right corner..? Painting by Kerry James Marshall.

It all started with some olives. Then patatas bravas. Followed by fried fish. And some Spanish cheese. Gazpacho of course. Spicy peppers. Some more olives. Bread, aioli. Garlicky prawns. Pisto with eggs. And then those mussels, so good but sooo bad. Do I need to explain how the night ended? (With the head over the toilet and gazpacho running up through the nose). The expression "me voy a poner morada the tapas" ("I'm going to eat myself purple of tapas") became terrible real.

We went to Toledo over the day. Secretly took some photos of old men staring at booties.

Lost focus but found it again. Surprisingly in a moto's rearview mirror.

Almost got a bit religious by the beautiful architecture in the old town of Toledo.

But when we found this little green path, it felt like Heaven.

Back "home" to Madrid, we went vintage shopping. Sadly (or luckily?) we were flying only with hand luggage...

When we, by coincidence, ran into these Swedish soccer fans (supporting their team Malmö FF in the european leage), it felt like a shame being Swede because of their behaviour.

Madrid's centre

Madrid's centre

Even dwarf-tall persons like me, get long shadows by the sun in Madrid.

To sum up, we didn't stay as long as the migrated birds do. But thanks to the photos we'll still feel the tastes, smells, inmpressions and can fly back for a moment or two.