Sometimes it rains and sometimes people put sudds in fountains.
Taken on a CIEE trip to Madrid in September.
Well, It is day two. In Spain it is about 8:20 in the AM and I am sitting in my hotel room. I can’t say that I feel the most rested of all of the days in my life but I am certainly doing better than the other year long student L (I have not asked her permission to add her name to my blog so we will just stick with first letters of her name), who flew in from Seatle yesterday and did not sleep on the plane. Jet lag, it exists.
I was fortunate to meet up with P, also from The University of Iowa, at the Chicago airport as we loaded our plane to Madrid. While we didn’t get to chat a lot before or on the 8 hour flight to Madrid, it did pass the time during our 4 hour lay over in Madrid.
From Madrid it was a short hop to Mallorca, almost exactly the time it takes to get from Minneapolis to Chicago. I am going to be honest I slept most of the time on this plane ride as my internal clock said it was time for bed, but I did get to see us leave the coast of Spain and fly over Mallorca. Sometimes screaming babies are a good thing.
Getting to our hotel was easy enough once we found our GA who will be called SpaL (her name also beings with L). Our hotel is beautiful and modern. We had about four hours to settle in, call home (only .o1 cents a min on GMail), take a shower (once we figured out how to get the lights in our room to work, it is a long, funny and embarrassing story I MIGHT tell you one day, and finally, gloriously, sleep in a bed.
Now it is time for breakfast, more on orientation and my host family later today after I meet and move in with my host family. GASP! I am terrified and excited all at the same time. Have you ever lived with a host family, what was your experience? Would you do it again? If not, why?
Literally. As i sit in the airport waiting for my first of three flights to mallorca it is raining steadily. As it is supposed to do in Chicago, Madrid and malloca. Im just glad i have my rain coat in hand in case my bags get lost. (knock on wood they don’t) Also a shout out to my madre who hauled my duffel from inequality terminal to the other. You are a beast Mon and i love you. Oh and that giant bag, it weighs 45 and has to wheels, just in case you were wondering.
For the last few weeks we have been studying Goya in my Spanish Literature class here at The University of Iowa (if you ever have the opportunity to take the class do. It rocks my world. :)) and it has gotten me thinking. While Goya is not my favorite of the Spanish artists I know, he’s a little to dark for my tastes, I think it would be amazing to see one of his paintings in person. My quest for a Goya Museum, always a good search engine to start out with, let me to (da da da daaaaaa!) el Museo del Prado.
El Museo del Prado, in central Madrid, is one of the most famous art museums in the world and most definitely one of the most famous in Spain. The museum holds one of the worlds widest selections of art from the 12th to the 19th century and the undisputed best collection of Spanish art.
Here are a few of the highlights you might see on a trip to El Prado from Rick Steve.