M is for Madrid

We are in Madrid and life is sweet. We eat dinners at 23 and lunches at 15. Looking forward to see the museums, really. And some gardens. Realised how much I missed living with A under the same roof (when she peeled three carrots last night and ate them sipping red wine at the same time while we watched "What´s new, pussycat" on the computer - just like some years ago when we shared a room). We have a pig´s leg in the kitchen from which the host peeled some delicious slices of dried ham. Our windows go out to real patio with a view over neighbour´s laundry. I´m off to the store for some breakfast now!