If You Did Not Know
Viena Loves Little Babies
Who Speak Only Smiles
We tried to go on a walk early to explore every street and park and playground of Madrid, but Ezra was being a crab so we did not go because who wants to escort a crabby 4-year-old boy around Madrid if you do not need to. So, we sat at home as the children bounced off the walls – back and forth, back and forth. Eventually we snuck out and left the crab at home and went to the Palacio del MAdrid, right next to the Plaza Espana. The entrance fee for the main palance is 10€, but free during the weekday afternoon if you are European. Oh well, we could see most of the palace from the outside. We walked around the palace and Jardin and discovered some interesting parking space attendants. The parking is so jammed packed that guys would stand waiting for someone to leave and then stand in the open spot to direct the next person to park and then ask for a tip. Interesting. We found a playground with a sliver of afternoon sun. We had a wonderful picnic. Viena had pre-packed some sandwiches. We saw more tourists than usual around the palace, with lots of big double-decker-convertible buses going by with older tourists. They were filming a commercials with tall models on the front steps of the palace – palace princesses from another time. They also had a playground, of course. Lot of children were playing on this bright sunny Sunday. Viena and I had to run back to rescue Ezra’s buried monster truck. Nothing left behind. No clouds. Pure sun today, but a sense of Fall in the air. We walked around the palace grounds back to the Plaza Espana, where Ezra discovered the best slide of all near the fountain. Ezra was showing signs of tiredness through the day, but slides and playgrounds kept him going. All the late Madrid nights are catching up with him – I know they are catching up with me. We arrived home at 7:15 p.m – and the Madrid Sun was still shining. I decided to go on a late quick run. I ran to the College in 20 minutes and was prepared to run home, but low and behold, the sand volleyball court for being used. After running a couple of laps around the track I went over and played my first game of volleyball in a long while. The sand felt good. The sand must be imported from the Sahara Desert. Madrianos play until the sky black. I left with a little orange fill in the sky. Iran along the cayenne pepper and say so. The streets are becoming very fun in familiar. Madrid, especially this part, is a very fun city to run around in. I will have to think about this more. I spent time to deciding upon Paris and locations in Brazil. go go go go go go go.
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