When you’ve seen one Palacio Real, have you seen them all?

palacio
 
Some people love to visit palaces in every country they travel to, but we usually skip them. They all tend to look alike to us. I mean, how many objects can you slather with gold to show visiting dignitaries that your country is wealthy (while your peasants are starving and dying from poverty). I have to say that Spain’s Palacio Real is no different. I wanted to see it, however, because I recently read a brief history of the country, and it was interesting for me to see, for example, which room beloved Carlos III died in and how his son Carlos IV redecorated it as a memorial to his father (the fabric on the walls was woven to match the trim on a robe worn by his father in a portrait painted shortly before he died). Or how Alfonso XII took over the three rooms remodeled for Carlos III’s wife, Maria Amalia of Saxony, and turned them into a fantastic banquet hall. (Sadly Maria Amalia died just before her elaborate apartments were completed, so she never got to live in them.) I was also captivated to enter a gorgeous room lined in deep blue velvet and trimmed with fleurs-de-lis, the first room decorated by Felipe V after he was crowned the first Bourbon king of Spain. After all those red rooms, it was quite a relief! Like stepping into the cool, blue sea after broiling on the red-hot beach. (Red is the color of Spain, as blue is of France.)

palacio fresco

Another thing I found interesting: The chapel contains thrones for the king and queen. While they are not as elaborate as those in the Throne Room, they were a constant reminder that the church and state are one. Coming from a country where the separation of church and state is so integral to our foundation, I have to remind myself that this is not the case everywhere, even in this day and age.

But really, if you don’t know one king from another (and I barely do), does any of this really mean anything? It’s just another excuse to gape at the opulence of a once-rich country. Note: The current palace was built during the Empire, when Spain was still bringing home silver, gold, and other riches from her colonies in America. At that time, their wealth was beyond compare. Too bad they weren’t able to hold on to some of it or invest it more wisely. So sad that today they are struggling financially.

Coolest thing about the Palacio Real? It’s built on a bluff, the western edge of Madrid, overlooking the Manzanares River, the plains of Castilla, and the Sierra de Guadarrama mountains to the northwest. It’s the site of the Moorish Alcazar fortress built in the 9th century when the Moors (from northern Africa) occupied most of Spain. Good place for a fortress; very easily defended, I imagine. In fact, the original palace was the Alcazar until it burnt to the ground in 1734. Gorgeous view from the palace and very dramatic itself when viewed on the clifftop from points north or south!

We were just wandering…

Cafe de los Asturias
 
Now that we are a little more familiar with Madrid – or at least el historico centro, our neck of the woods – we feel more comfortable just wandering without worrying about getting lost. The alleyways (cavas) are so inviting. They twist and turn and just beg you to explore what’s around the bend. And most are lined with the cutest little cafes.

So yesterday we headed out in the general direction of the Palacio Real (Royal Palace) and came across the Plaza de Ramales with several enticing cafes. As it was 3:30 and we hadn’t had lunch yet (we really are on Madrid time – or perhaps still jet-lagged!), we stopped at Cafe de los Asturias (Asturias is a Spanish province on the northern Atlantic coast). Marcus was intrigued by a photo on their visual menu of boquerones, or little fried anchovies (he’s into stinky little fish), and I was drawn to their selection of salads.

Great place, great food!

boquerones

ensalada mixta

Plaza Mayor

Plaza Mayor pano

 

What a beautiful plaza! It’s huge, has amazing facades, and is much more shaded than Puerta del Sol. One of the largest in Europe, it’s been the focus of Madrid life since 1620 – city markets, bullfights, royal weddings, executions, dances, and especially the paseo, the evening stroll that families used to make which, among other things, allowed young men and women to “meet” each other for the first time. Often the parents would allow their daughters to walk the paseo with their girlfriends while they watched from their balconies above the plaza. If they approved of the young man making eyes at their daughter, they would call down to invite him up to their home after the paseo.

Love this panoramic photo that Marcus took. It looks like you could fold up the plaza and put it in your pocket!

Man, are my feet tired!

Madrid walking map2

 

For the first three days we’ve been in Madrid, we’ve walked all over the city. Here is our trek yesterday – 8.1 miles. I have blisters and new shoes! One of those stops was at a shoe store where I purchased flip-flops. I should have brought sandals. (Only regret so far.)

Day 1 in Madrid

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The first day of our 87-day trip to Spain was fun, but a little overwhelming at first. Both Marcus and I had the same thought when we first stepped out of our rented apartment into the street by ourselves for the first time: What have we done??? Our host (Airbnb-speak for owner or manager of the property; once he gives us the orientation spiel and the key, we’re on our own.) Carlos picked us up at the airport and took us to the apartment. Don’t know how we would have done it on our own. Barajas, Madrid’s airport, is about an hour from el Centro Histórico, where we are staying. One of our three suitcases had a broken wheel on arrival, and Carlos (who very graciously offered to help with our bags) dragged 48 pounds on dead wheels across cobblestoned streets to get it into the apartment.

After Carlos bid us buena suerte (good luck) we changed clothes and set out in search of food, a Spanish SIM card for my phone, a new suitcase, and a few groceries. We headed straight for el Mercado de San Miguel, an upscale food emporium of tapas and bebidas (drinks). Spaniards really know how to eat well, and Madrid is a center of haute cuisine (don’t know how to say that en español yet!).

Then we hit la Puerta de Sol, one of the biggest and busiest squares in Madrid. Once a medieval gate (puerta) of the Old City (back in the day when they walled in cities to protect the citizens), it is aptly named. The sun (sol) beats down on this square without mercy; it is almost impossible to walk across it during the day. Now it is a center for all things turisticos and telecom. In the Orange store, where we bought a SIM card for my cell phone (so we can communicate with other Airbnb hosts down the road), we heard more English spoken by los turistas than we do in Miami from los locales!

While most Spaniards in Madrid speak English, the saleswoman in the suitcase store did not. I was tempted to flee and find someone somewhere else who did, but I decided to stick it out. She was oh-so-patient, had no other customers, and spoke slowly and clearly. I had to start sometime; I took the plunge. I was able to ask her all of Marcus’s many questions (those of you who know him will appreciate how difficult that is even in English!) and even understood her answers! I walked out of the store with a new suitcase and a huge smile. Four years of high-school Spanish and two years of Rosetta Stone had just paid off!

On our way home we stopped at an outdoor cafe for a beer and met three young men from Germany. One had just arrived to study finance at a university in Madrid. His two friends came along for the ride, literally. (They have been friends since boyhood and had a fantastic joy ride across France from Köln.) We told them about our two years living in Munich, and then they had to buy us a beer. We ended up staying out very late talking and laughing with them. Every time we told them we had to leave, they’d buy us beers to get us to stay! It was a perfect way to stay up late to help us recover from jet lag and acclimate to the Spanish way of life. Everyone stays up until the wee hours of the morning here, most of them in the bars below our apartment! We didn’t get to bed until 1:00am, after having slept very little the night before on the plane, and woke up at 9:30, so we got a good, solid 8.5 hours sleep and woke up rested. And now, on to Day 2!