So, its true. I have seen it with my own eyes now. Spanish style is the pits. The goofy strapped and buckled leather or '90s trainer-style shoes, the ill-conceived washes and grotesque detailing on the denim, the early aughts-style Chico's embroidery on
everything, the wigs (I don't care if you're being "festive", a wig worn in the daytime should be on a cancer patient), and the "artfully" colored jacquard fabrics (again, Chico's, I know where you go for inspiration).
But wait, all of this is meant to announce that I went to Madrid last weekend! My first time in Spain!
B and I went to meet up with dear friends from SF, who had secured a well-decorated and -situated apartment there. We spent Friday night at the epicurean mercado, then Saturday-day hit another mercado for a bubbly brunch, then it was the eve of the new year so we ate our grapes and went dancing (after some requisite tequila shots), then we had a proper sweatpanted new year's day that culminated in some late-night bacon cheeseburgers and a New Girl marathon. The next day involved a pop into the Reina Sofia (long story, but it really was a life-changing visit...), some empanadas, and a flight back.
Here are some selected photos.
Churros and dipping/drinking chocolate. Try to beat that.
You can't have the above without some plastic-backed naps from Pampi's. We snagged a box and they served us well the whole weekend.
Adorable menu graphics from our Saturday lunch. The pig is king in Spain.
View from above. Mercado = heaven.
Even the cheese is pig-shaped in Spain!
Seafood party!
I will tell you that the nadir of the trip was when I was scolded at the grocery store for trying to take a photo of the largest piece of pulpo I had ever seen. I wish I could have gotten ths pic because this guy was really something.
For the life of me, I can't find the name of these tiny, stringy fishes. But I'm pretty sure I'd love them.
Bunny art!
Remember when I said that the pig was king? Well maybe I meant octopus... That one I didn't get a photo of at the grocery store could have taken down a pig, that's for sure.
Mellow kitchen times.
The scene of the New Girl marathon.
Lights everywhere. And, look! A race! Definitely the opposite of how I would choose to spend my NYE.
Line 'em up.
Grapes and some H G-Ligh before heading out in the new year.
New year's day dessert treats. (Note the centrally placed Pampi's.)
The recovery cava was well on at this point....
