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I know, I'm finally posting about the trip.  Yeah, I suck...

Things about Madrid:

• Madrid's airport is quite empty
• Spain-spanish pronounces "c" as "th", marking the first time I ever mispronounced cerveza
• Loved our hotel
• Loved the fact that the siesta took care of our jet lag
• 3 words:  beer with breakfast
• There are no ferrets in a ferreteria
• Dogs walk off-leash all over the city, and wait outside for their owners
• Ate 20 lbs. of meat for dinner, including roast suckling pig.  Mmmm....
• Waiters don't really rely on tips and service is, um, yeah...
• You are not allowed to sit at tables with more chairs than people
• Vending machines are called "robots"
• Jamon, jamon, jamon!
• You get free snacks when ordering drinks, like olives spooned from clay jugs or plates of chorizo
• "Te americano" is not tea, but actually hot milk with cinnamon.  Not good.
• The teleferico is closed Mon-Fri.  Boo!

What is it about vacations that make you want to take more?  Hmm?

Looking ahead to this summer's travels:

June - Vail for a wedding
July - Orlando to see the fetus niece
July - Birmingham for another wedding
October - Las Vegas for annual girls' weekend

Hmm... wondering if I can fit Prague or Maui in between July and October?

The boy and I are off to Spain.  First stop Madrid, then Toledo and Segovia.

Play nice, and we'll see you next week.

Vulcan Butt
Originally uploaded by jessamyn.

The boy and I spent the weekend in Birmingham visiting friends and family.  While we spent most of our time visiting, I thought the funniest thing we saw in the city was Vulcan.

I bet you didn't know that the world's largest cast iron statue was right here in the south, did ya?  I'm also intrigued by its past usage as a road safety device to tell you whether or not someone DIED on the highway that day.  And the fact that he HAS NO PANTS.

Fascinating, I tell you.

Instead of giving each other gifts, I suggested to the boy that we take a vacation in March.

At first I longed to go to a tropical island somewhere, but couldn't really decide on one.

Then I thought Europe and suggested London - fun, culture, bad teeth, wearing lots of black!  But it dawned on me that it would be ridiculously dreary and cold and we've both been there anyway and know how the food tastes.

So, my dears, I bought tickets to

(that would be Spain).

The place to wake up late, siesta, eat stupid good amounts of food and wine, and play until the wee hours of the morning.  Six days in Spain, starting in Madrid and visiting Toledo, Seville, and Cordoba.