En la Mañana
Hoy es sábado, el doce
de mayo. Mañana será el Día de las Madres en los Estados Unidos. ¡Besos y
abrazos, madres! Mothers' Day, May 13th, 2012 .
This morning, our
second day in Madrid , I set off to be adventurous - to find a café for
breakfast different from the one the day before. However, the half-remembered
map in my head, the original of which lay open on the nightstand in our hotel
room next to my sleeping wife, turned out to be no match for the twists and
turns, alleys and backstreets and unfamiliar thoroughfares of Old Madrid.
Short as some streets and alleys are, others seemed to go
on for blocks - except when there were no blocks or intersections, just row after
row of buildings and shops that played with my sense of direction. Tracing the
cobbled streets hunting for breakfast was like tracing the sketchy lines on my
palm, some distinct, others faint.
My grumbling stomach signaled surrender.