Madrid: Day 1

Someone obviously didn't approve of the nudity displayed in the artwork.

Literally a few days before I was set to fly to London, my hunny calls to tell me has to go to Madrid the same day. Little did I know I too would have a ticket just a few hours later. As much as I wanted to complain about having to fly from Washington D.C. to London to Madrid in such a short time frame, I realized that I should just embrace my new jet setter lifestyle and suck it up. Besides, who complains about seeing a city they've never seen before!?!

I arrived in London completely jet lagged with just enough time to see my new home, shower, unpack, repack and head back to Heathrow. Being the little fashion whore I am, I had already planned out what I would wear for the two and half days in Madrid. I figured I would be walking the city most of the day so I brought two or my favorite pairs of flats and called it a day. It wasn't exactly as warm as I thought it was going to be when I landed, so my awesome fits were covered up by my leather jacket both days. (womp womp)

Anyway, I spent most of Monday morning sipping the most amazing coffee I've ever had in my life and watching the only channel on TV that wasn't dubbed in Spanish. (Al Jazeera of all channels!) I finally grew tired of hearing all the awful things going on in the world, so I got dressed and asked the concierge for directions to the bus tour I was interested in taking. His directions were awful and I had no idea where I was going so I ended up walking past two stops before finally getting a ticket and hopping on the bus. I should also mention that I speak exactly 5 phrases of Spanish. I can also count to 100. I didn't want to be the ignorant American being pissed off that no one spoke English, but trying to buy that ticket was comical. It was mainly me yelling "billet" at the cashier only to remember that that's the french word for ticket, not Spanish. I ended up just pointing at the bus tour brochure and shouting "una dia" instead. I wanted to see old Madrid, but because I speak no Spanish and the man spoke no English, I got on the line for new Madrid. What an adventure this was already! I got to see some really awesome "new" architecture, the financial district, upscale shopping areas, and diplomat homes. I also saw a bunch of TGI Fridays, Dunkin Donuts, McDonalds and Starbucks...

Fridays? Seriously?

After riding around and hopping on and off the bus a few times I decided it was time to see old Madrid and learn about the history of the city. This was the real Madrid that people want to see. I spent a few hours on a tour at the Palace Real which was lovely for the most part. Some of those rooms were just downright tacky though. Nothing like Versailles, but I digress. I ventured into a cafe and got hot chocolate and churros that were to die for. I don't think I can ever drink Swiss Miss again at this point. I wanted to walk around the gardens, but the flowers hadn't yet began to bloom so it was mostly just greenery. (boring) As cultured as I wanted to be, my eyes finally started glazing over, so I decided to call it a day and head back to the hotel. (More news! yay!)

My favorite part of the trip was the bathroom lighting and towel warmer. (kidding?)

Is this a Spanish thing? I mean really? Are we Ricky and Lucy Ricardo? 

The jet lag definitely made me a little loopy.

The balcony from out hotel room at the Intercontinental.

Breakfast of Champions.

All black as usual. Had to add a little neon for a POC!

Finally made it to the bus. Seriously how awesome is that Tarte lip stain though? I need every color.

Palace Real 

Fit for a queen

Some cathedral - I was getting tired and kind of stopped listening.

Overall, Day 1 in Madrid was exciting and beautiful. I made it the entire day without getting lost, and that was really my only goal outside of seeing some really cool sights.