An Evening Out...

Funny. In Espana you refer to your wife as your "mujer" This is my "woman" I like that in a sort of a latin/macho way. Anyway, My mujer and I had a perfect night on the town. It was unplanned - which made the wonder of it all the better... We arrived in Atoche Train station in the warm early evening. Inside the station is a small but wonderful botanical garden. There is no trace of the Madrid train bombings any longer.



We went to see Pirates of the Carribean at Cine Ideal, which plays movies in their original language. Nice creepy adventure with my mujer, looking up at the screen eating spanish popcorn and trying not to read the subtitles.



Afterward we went for tapas. We had squid rings and patatas bravas, along with simple beverages. The bar was not crowded and had been around for many, many years. The interior was a mixture of peeling yellow paint and dark wood. What made the evening magical was that both Roamer and I shared a familiarity with our surroundings but were focused on one another. We were relaxed and enjoying the quiet evening in an exotic place that seemed like home.



Afterwards we went for a late-night walk in the heavily ornate and overtly elegant streets of Madrid, sipping mint tea and strolling beneath softly glowing lamps and rustling leaves before boarding our train later in the evening to head back home.