The Strange Connection Between The Broken Toilet And Sour Hot Chocolate
After our stay in Barcelona, we made our way to Madrid. While everyone was more excited to see Barcelona, I had higher hopes for Madrid. I figured that Madrid would have a considerable amount of Spanish culture over Barcelona, as Barcelona is a newer city and not entirely spanish. This led me to believe that Barcelona would be like most of the other newer cities with small amounts of culture, so it wouldn’t be anything new to me. And aside from some of the architecture, in Barcelona this was correct. In the end, it’s safe to say that I enjoyed Madrid a lot more than Barcelona.
The first day we were there we got in a hassle right at the start. When we reached the Airbnb we had planned to stay at, the owner said, “The previous guests flushed some baby wipes down the crapper and broke it, so you will have to find a place with an operational pooper. But I will help you.” With the help of Mr. Broken Toilet, we found a new place to stay. This one did have an operational dung bowl, but it wasn’t very comfortable. The porcelain feces flusher was around 8 inches from the wall, so you had to sit on the oval of defecation while your knees touched the wall. Ooooh what a poopy situation. On the upside, our new place was smack down in the middle of one of the big streets- just a tiny door into an apartment complex that was right next to a meat shop and a clothing store. This meant we were in a lively area. It’s nice to know that people are always out on the streets and awake at any given time. As most of our first days in cities go, the weather always seems to be with us. “0% rain chance”, they said, “no storms”, they said. As it was pouring outside we went to search for a place to eat. We found a ramen shop that had high ratings on Foursquare, so we set out for the noodle bowl. Upon receiving our food, I quickly finished what I was told by a disgusted waitress “isn’t ramen.” Apparently ramen can’t have a big bowl of rice mixed into it. Well, after that we went out to get churros and chocolate, the new gelato of our trip. I will say some good hot chocolate can easily best any gelato, but only if it’s served right. That rainy night it was probably the worst hot chocolate I ever had. In Europe most traditional hot chocolate is fairly thick as it contains melted chocolate. But at the place we went to, for being a chocolateria since 1912, it was just watery and sour. I even got the dark chocolate which normally means less sweet, more thick, and more chocolatey. A broken toilet and terrible hot chocolate on the same day. Coincidence, I think not. This hot chocolate concluded our first day in Madrid.
Our next day was one of our annoying, generic museum days. Actually my memory of those museums consists only of McKane taking twice as long as everyone else. And this museum was huge, and while it contained quite a bit of art, the only one that really gets any recognition is the Guernica by Picasso. The entire day was taken out by around 7-8 hours in museums. After our expedition we wound up in another old chocolateria. This one, on the other hand, turned out to be really good. This also taught us that most of the time, when there is only one type of hot chocolate, it tends to be better than if you have choices. This hot chocolate concluded our second day in Madrid.
The final day we were in Madrid, Dad’s friend, Suja joined us and brought us a package from grandma. This day was going to be a limited one, as Dad had an 8 hour call he had to take at 7. For lunch we had a paella. Paella is a traditional spanish rice dish that consisted of a variety of meats or vegetables. After our lunch we headed to our final museum of Madrid. This one was the biggest of them all, but with limited time, we could only spend around two hours in it. After the museum we headed back home to open the balls Grandma sent us. We unloaded the balls into a paper bag and cut a hole out to create the ball machine atmosphere. With our bags full of balls, we headed out into the great new world of risk. We went back to the chocolateria we went the night before- another cup of exceptional hot chocolate and churros. It was already 6 o’clock and we had to head back to the house for Dad’s call. This hot chocolate concluded our third and final day in Madrid.