We’re in Madrid, and by complete accident, in the hippest bario of the city, Malasaña.  This neighborhood was the epicenter of the “movida,” the post-Franco counter-culture movement that arose in the 1980’s.  I suppose it was the Haight-Asbury of Spain in that era.

It would be better if I were the same age as the majority of the people in Malasaña, but I’m enjoying this quirky, artsy area anyway.

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So, a new city and a new apartment.  You never know until you turn the key.

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Our airbnb apartment is right in the middle of this map.

 

Our front door.

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Our very sketchy staircase.

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Mary and my Sis enjoying our kitchen, dining and living room all in one.

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We’re surrounded by restaurants, bars, and little shops of all descriptions.

 

 

 

At the top of the hill is a small plaza.

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This is Calle Espiritu Santo, the Street of the Holy Spirit, our home for a week.

 

 

 

Everything we need is nearby.

Groceries.

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Fruits and vegetables.

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Baked goods.

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Pizza.

 

 

 

Churros.

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…and umbrellas, luggage, nail polish, rope, nuts and bolts, toys, everything else that can be imported from China and sold for cheap.

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There’s plenty of street art here, too.

 

 

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And, if the city gets overwhelming, there is a nearby refuge.

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Today we took the hoho bus to get an overall idea of the city, and when we got off the bus, we were hungry, really hungry.

 

 

 

Maybe Five Guys is the first phase of re-integrating with the USA?  If so, we’re off to a delicious start.