Blackcurrants will have to hold off just a little while longer, as I’m currently in Madrid, Spain.
We (my family, all four of us) are making our way through Southern Spain and Portugal via Trafalgar Tours. I’m the youngest one here. Everyone else in our group appears to be retired or Australian, except for a group of American women in their late 20s who work in investment banks based in London.
Right now, my father is asleep, my mother is drinking coffee, and my brother is in the other room, either smoking cigarettes or watching Spanish television. I’m here, eating chocolate-covered peanuts, feeling a little buzzed from the sangria we got at our welcome reception.
This afternoon, we went to El Museo del Prado. I got to see this painting and a really comprehensive Goya exhibition. Art Hum came back to me, vaguely.
This country is not so hospitable to vegetarians. I may have to make some exceptions. And I’m all out of chocolate-covered peanuts.
Tags: Goya · Remembered · Spain · Traveling1 Comment
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That Bosch painting is one of my Nana’s favorites; I love it. I miss you! Have fun!!