Her first paella

It took us a couple of hours to get to the hotel from the plane and another two to freshen up in the hotel so we were out at 8pm. However with the hour change and not so much further east it's still so bright outside despite our latitude. And the sun is still baking. However, Madrid being the third biggest city in Europe, making a change from the smaller capitals of recent years (save Budapest) we had plenty of shade from the tall buildings. Saying that Madrid's tallest building is only about 150m. Our plan was purely food and after dodging the most touristy restaurants we found one where the staff didn't speak at word of English. That's almost unique in our travels across the continent. Even the little city of Mostar in Bosnia or the forests of Romania spoke almost perfect English. But this isn't a complaint. It was actually a selling point for me. If the staff don't speak English then maybe they're not just churning our tourist muck at high prices. They're prices were actually the same but it just felt more authentic. And Katarina had her first paella. And she liked it. Sadly I'm developing a slight cold myself so can't taste too much. Ironically Katarina had to tell me it was good. It certainly looked great in their cooking pans. I was stuffed but not like that night two days ago after the Portuguese piri piri chicken. We walked slowly back to the hotel for a relatively early night, only briefly catching some glimpses of Madrid's architecture and squares. Better save those photos for tomorrow.