...and then God sends you a Thai food restaurant.
According to people who use hostelworld.com, our hostel is the best hostel in Madrid. All hostels in Madrid must be terrible, because this one is not that great. We endured two sleepless nights before asking the front desk to swap out our mattresses. (My apologies to whoever got them.) It is rather cold in Madrid. The common area of the hostel isn't exactly heated, and your chances of getting a hot shower are about 50-50. I spent the better part of yesterday with a splitting headache, pounding imitrex, and fantasizing about blowing all of my priority club points at the Intercontinental.
We had planned a fun evening of churros, modern art museum, and tapas. We managed to drag ourselves out for churros around 5pm. But, it was a holiday in Madrid...so everyone was out getting churros with their screaming, misbehaving children. We headed to the museum, only to find it closed due to the holiday. It started raining.
We were headed back to the metro station when we walked past what appeared to be a thai restaurant. "There are thai people eating in there," I said, with a hint of hope in my voice. "Lets do it," Tatyana said.
And just like that, our first non-tapas meal in a month turned things around. Thank you delicious train station Thai restaurant. Our new mattresses are still less than mediocre, but they at least allowed us to sleep. Things are looking up. Today I went to an art museum and found a non-iceburg lettuce salad for lunch (no small feat). Tonight, the modern art museum is open. We're going to a different churros place. I'm actually looking forward to eating jamon.
Plus, nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A. Today was a good day. :)
And, you didn't have to use your AK.
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