Monthly Archives: October 2018

27.10.18 — Journal

My Last Week at Erretres

This week I’m back to the usual format of journal-style blog posts, bringing updates from my previous week or so here in Madrid. If you read over my last blog post, you’ll know that this past week unfortunately marks one of my last here living in Madrid, and it’s been my last working in the Erretres office. More on that soon, for now I’ll go over what else has been going on in the meantime…

First up I had the pleasure of being able to spend a few days chilling out with Thuy, who was on a fleeting visit to Madrid in between changing jobs. Luckily her visit coincided with a national holiday, so we spent a Friday working at her flat, before then heading out in the evening for some delicious food in the city.

The sunset over Malasaña

After a delicious dinner of Japanese food, we spontaneously decided to climb up to the roof terrace of the Hotel Óscar in Chueca. There we grabbed just one drink, mainly because they were wildly expensive, but also because we were getting sleepy rather early in our old age…

Cheeky drinks on a terrace
A gorgeous sky down the road

We were treated to quite the sunset as we wandered home.

The next day the two of us met up once again with Thuy’s friend, heading first for a Korean lunch and then to the Archeological Museum for an afternoon of culture. Once again, however, we eventually grew weary, and all headed our separate ways in order for an early night, which I spent watching Netflix surrounded by candles.

Wandering around Ópera

The day after was then spent with another troublesome duo, Cami and her puppy Luke, who had a few hours to spend in Madrid as they traversed Spain from Murcia up to Asturias – a bit like I did a while back!

Luke, Cami and me

I met Cami and Luke down in Atocha train station, and we headed straight to a spot that I’d chosen for lunch. There we filled ourselves up on satay chicken and Vietnamese bao, before heading out for churros and chocolate to fill up our secondary dessert stomachs. Luke was very well behaved throughout, and so we headed over to Retiro, Madrid’s big park, to stretch his legs whilst we saw the sights.

Lunch with Cami
Luke enjoying the sights of Retiro

All too soon we had to head back to Atocha, where I waved Cami and Luke off as they headed northwards in their carshare. I then headed back to pick up my stuff from Thuy’s flat, but she had to dash for the evening to meet friends, and I had things to think about as I went home and prepared to let Erretres know of my decision to leave.

Out at a shopping centre for tea

I treated myself to tea out that evening. I had a lot to think about.

Once my decision to head back to England was finalised, I let HR know and then began to wonder how best to announce it to the rest of the team. It wasn’t going to be easy, as I will miss them all a lot, and so I thought the blow would be best softened in the only way I knew how – with cake. In a little gesture to apply a bit of Spain to my British Victoria Sponge recipe, I decided to flavour the cake with chocolate and hazelnuts, imitating Spain’s answer to Nutella: Nocilla.

Making the Nocilla cake

Having loaded the centre of the cake up with the chocolate spread goodness, the following morning I gathered the team and announced my leaving, and was met with an outpouring of love. Keeping my cool, we shared the cake to positive reviews, and then I sat down for what was otherwise a relatively normal Friday.

The weekend after, I went out to visit an exhibition at Caixa Forum that I have been wanting to check out for quite a while. The “Arte de contar historias” (The Art of Telling Stories) exhibition was a look over Disney’s history of retelling and creating stories through his movies.

The vertical garden outside Caixa Forum
Heading out into the city afterwards

Unfortunately, photography in the exhibition was not allowed, but I spent over a few hours exploring all the artefacts and reading up on all the stories that were on display. It was a really fabulous experience, and if you’re in Madrid you should definitely give it a visit! Given that it was quite a pleasant day, I decided to walk my way home from the exhibition, wandering down through Lavapiés and exploring a few streets I’ve never seen before.

A Saturday stroll through Lavapiés

The day after marked my last day in the flat I was living in, as I’d found a friend to replace me and booked an Airbnb for the last two weeks of my stay in Madrid. Packing my sole suitcase and dragging it once more through Madrid’s transport system, I eventually settled down in my new room, and before I knew it, it was Monday morning and the beginning of my last week at work.

Walking back to the Metro after work
Heading towards the Jardines Orientales

This week was spent working away ready to publish a new project on the Erretres website, which I think will be live soon come next week, but for now I’ll have to keep an eye on the website and let you know when it goes live on there!

As my last day approached, I had a plan to bring in some British snacks – just like the last time when I left after my internship! For this I had to head to the east of the city, and to the Spanish incarnation of Poundland which I was introduced to soon after I first arrived here back in early 2016.

Wandering around Madrid's east end
A Metro station stripped bare
A Metro station stripped bare
Arriving back home

All too soon my last day came along, and I headed in with my bag full of snacks and a bowl full of coronation chicken for a little send off party in the office. I arrived to an office full of leftover pizza from a company event the day before, and thus commenced a relaxing final day full of grazing on unhealthy food!

Looking from my desk

After working away all morning, it was soon time for our monthly company meeting in which five people present projects they’ve been working on, both in and out of work. This time it was my turn, and I was nervous as it was my first time standing up and presenting wholly in Spanish. I can’t talk about the project that I presented as it was a wholly confidential, but I think I managed to explain it quite well, as afterwards I was met with a round of applause.

Presenting to the team

Upon wrapping up my presentation, the food was rolled out, and I spent a good hour in the office chatting away to everyone and saying my goodbyes – that until I realised that we’d not touched the coronation chicken I’d made, and so we agreed I’d simply have to come back on Monday to share it with everyone. My final goodbyes have yet to be made, then, and so I didn’t feel too bad as I wandered out of the office.

Next week I’ve got lots of stuff coming up, including many goodbye lunches and then the arrival of my dad on Thursday, and so unless I grab a minute during my hectic week, I expect that the next time I write to you all will be from the cold countryside of the north of England.

I could leave this until Monday, but I think it’s fitting to mention it now, and that’s just that I’d like to thank the whole team at Erretres for the amazing times we’ve had over the past two years or so. From arriving the first time without speaking much Spanish at all, to crazy Christmas Dinners with the team and plenty of exciting projects along the way, it’s been an honour to have the opportunity to work with some of the funniest and talented people I’ve ever met, and an awesome chance to live in Spain and enjoy all that it has to offer.

I shan’t turn this into a boring wedding-style speech, so I’ll cut it there and shan’t start getting soppy or listing names – everyone knows who they are. Until I return, wish me every bit of luck, as the main thing stressing me out right now is the idea of having to fit my life into a suitcase and not get stung by Ryanair if I go over the 20kg limit…

19.10.18 — Journal

Another Surprise Move

Today I come with some unexpected news to share, meaning this post will be a little more visually dull than the usual programme of photo-filled updates, but bear with me as I shan’t beat around the bush too much, so here we go…

After weeks of will-I, won’t-I, I have eventually taken the decision to hand in my notice at Erretres and move back to England from my beloved Madrid. Naturally it’s not a decision that I took lightly, and there were many factors to consider, but in the end I feel like now is the right time for a change, and I’m pretty confident that it’ll all be for the best.

As I’m sure has been evident from all the blog posts over the past year or so – and even the ones from when I completed my six-month internship – I have always loved working as part of the Erretres team, and so it really pains me to say goodbye (again!) as my last day approaches next week.

That said, I know that I’m leaving on good terms here in Madrid, and I have an inkling and a hope that this isn’t the last time that I’ll be working here in some capacity. It’s pretty clear for all to see that I love Madrid and life here in Spain as a whole, so you can all bet that either way I won’t be gone for too long – be it flying visits, extended holidays or even returning to live and work here once again!

I feel like now is the right time for a change, and I’m pretty confident that it’ll all be for the best.

As I begin to sort through my belongings in preparation for my return to the UK, I still don’t have a fixed job offer lined up, but I’m currently exploring a few options and offers with every confidence that I’ll soon be back to reveal what my next step is going to be – be sure to keep checking back here for the latest.

Anyway, before my flight in early November, I do have a few things lined up which I’m looking forward to, including a few free days to check out places I’ve always been meaning to visit. After that I’ve got my dad over for five days in the city, and then I’ll be using him as a personal assistant with my suitcase as we both board the same flight back to the UK!

As much as I will surely begin to miss not being in the centre of Spain and not being able to do all the wild weekend trips that I’ve been cramming in recently, I am very much looking forward to spending some relaxing time with my friends and family back in the UK. I’d also like to thank said friends and family for their support as I’ve been considering and freaking out about this, the latest in the ongoing saga of pretty wild life decisions…

Naturally I’ll be back with the usual programme of updates over the coming weeks, but right now I’m sure you’ll appreciate that I’m going to be running around like a headless chicken for the time being! Until everything returns to something resembling tranquility, I shall see you later…

13.10.18 — Travel

Oslo

As mentioned in my last post in which I took you all around the Spanish city of Valencia, I was writing maniacally from the plane to Norway in an attempt to try and get my blog up to date, but was eventually let down by the in-flight internet connection. No fear this time however, for right now I am sat in the lovely company and flat of my friend Thuy, and in good range of her lovely stable WiFi.

Anyway, after Heidi sadly left me (as well as the other members of Cake Club) back in summer, I promised that I’d make a trip to Norway to visit her and her mum at some point. A few months back I got round to booking just such a trip, and last Friday I was up at 5am in order to grab an early flight up north!

Upon arrival I was greeted by Heidi’s mum, Sharon, who had kindly offered to pick me up from the airport as Heidi was tied up working the first week of her new job. The two of immediately got up to some mischief, heading out for lunch and then a wander through the supermarkets in order to pick up some extra food for my visit. Once we’d arrived at their gorgeous home in the little town of Kløfta (which is pronounced something like klurrf-t’), I unpacked what little I had brought, and was then popped on a train headed into the city of Oslo itself.

Looking out from the train to Oslo

Before waving me off on the train, Heidi’s mum had set me up with a rough guide for a walk I should take through Oslo city centre, and so as I disembarked in the Sentralstasjon (central train station), I followed her instructions on where I was to go. The route took me down the length of Karl Johans gate, the main street through the city, and to a few sights along the way.

Around the back of the cathedral

The first stop took me to the area surrounding the city’s cathedral, where I had a wander but decided not to stop too long, as I was beginning to realise that it was actually quite a lot colder than I’d expected! I’d rocked up to Norway with nothing more than some boots, jeans, a shirt and a big thick hoodie – but it was evident that this wasn’t going to be enough.

Stortinget

Undeterred, however, I carried on down Karl Johans gate and came across the second point of interest, the Stortinget, Norway’s Parliament. In front of this building the street opened out into a lovely little plaza, and I headed off to buy myself a bite to eat before sitting down for a while. It was in buying this snack that I realised how expensive Norway is – 38 kroner (about £3.50/4€) just for a croissant! To top it all off, it was a very mediocre croissant, and I’d later discover that that price wasn’t actually too bad for Norway – crazy!

Sitting down to eat the world's most expensive croissant

Once I’d summoned enough energy to carry on, I headed past Oslo’s town hall and to the waterfront. It was here that the cool wind really began its assault, and so I was doubly ecstatic to receive a message from Heidi to tell me that she was headed out of her office and that she’d meet me nearby! I was headed back the way I came when I spotted her heading my way, and we were reunited once again in the freezing breeze coming in from the fjord.

Looking back at the town hall

Out into the Oslo fjord

The first thing on our agenda was to go and buy me a nice big coat such that I might survive the next four days in Norway, and so we headed back into the city centre in search of something. I soon found myself a bright yellow monstrosity, and once I’d found a size that fit, I decided that it was a reasonable price for Norway and bought the thing without thinking too hard about it. I have it now in Madrid and it’s very, very warm!

Blending in with the architecture

I’m blending in with the architecture!

After wandering around a bit more and catching up, we began our walk to Grünerløkka, a hip area of the city, where I’d been promised that there’d be a good pizza. Along the way we came across the fibreglass version of me, which entertained Heidi no end…

This little bugger stole my coat
A little pub along the way

The restaurant we’d come to was already packed out by the time we arrived, but they said we could pull up a couple of stools and eat at the downstairs bar, so we opted to do just that. We were rather glad we did, as the pizzas we had were absolutely delicious, and we had a lovely time catching up over a glass of wine and a big plate of mozzarella-coated goodness.

After we’d finished, we grabbed the tram back to the centre and then a train back to Kløfta, where Heidi’s mum had been so kind as to allow me to stay for the few nights I was in Norway. We cracked open a round of beers, gathered on the sofa, and chatted about my first day of my first visit to Norway.

The next morning I awoke to the most delicious of smells, as Heidi and her mum were already in the kitchen preparing breakfast. After showering and getting dressed, I joined them in the kitchen and was served a delicious plate of toasts with omelette, smoked salmon and smoked trout. I also discovered that I like capers, having never tried them until Heidi’s mum popped them in the omelette!

Breakfast fit for a king

Once we’d eaten, me and Heidi headed back on the train into Oslo, as she had a plan to show me all the sights before she had to head back to work on Monday. Our first stop was Oslo Opera House, an impressive modern structure made from granite and glass which sticks out of the water with quite the silhouette.

The Oslo Opera House
A selfie by the Operahuset

As it turns out, the roof is set on a gentle slope so that you can climb up and on to the very top of the building! We headed up in earnest, taking the selfie from halfway up before I tried to get all creative with the reflections of the surrounding architecture…

I even put it in black and white
My new friend
Sass Queen 2018

As you can see, at the topmost point of the building I managed to make a friend in the form of a seagull that was called Dave. Dave was very friendly and didn’t mind getting up close and personal – even if most of said friendliness was probably inspired by the bag of fresh chocolate croissants that Heidi was carrying – and he reminded me how quite terrifyingly big seagulls actually are…

Once we’d shuffled along to let other visitors take a few pictures from the top, we sat on a ledge out of Dave’s eyeshot and overlooking the harbour, and then proceeded to eat our croissants. Returning eventually to ground level, we headed inside to have a look at the interior architecture and enjoy a moment of respite from the cold.

Inside the opera house

After this we headed for a wander along the water’s edge, passing through an art installation and along the harbour’s edge as we headed for a spot where we were to catch a bus to another part of the city. Heidi had a plan to take me for lunch at a little restaurant on a tiny island in the fjord, so off we headed on the bus to where a little shuttle boat would set off from to us to said spot.

Even the telephone boxes are pretty
Autumnal colours

Things started to go to pot quite soon after we had alighted the bus, with the first drama being that Heidi noticed that she had lost her hat, a hat which she clearly loved rather quite dearly. Not letting that dampen our spirits, however, we carried on down to the dock to await the arrival of the little boat which would take us over to our lunch spot.

Waiting for the boat

After fifteen minutes of waiting for said boat with not a human soul in sight, Heidi gave the restaurant a ring to see what was going on, and we were dealt with the second blow of the afternoon: the place had closed for the winter. As the two of us aren’t really the kind of people who let silly little things like a ruined plan get to us, we decided to make the most of the lovely location we were in and took some photos.

We weren’t about to have our day ruined by a missed boat.

Waiting on the dock

Once we’d headed back to the bus things started to pick back up, as Heidi found her hat by the side of the road exactly where we’d gotten off the bus, and we managed to grab some chips and cider upon our arrival back in the centre of Oslo. Not wanting to face another night of spending Norwegian prices on a dinner out, we headed back to Kløfta once more, where we tucked into a deliciously rich spaghetti bolognese which Sharon had made and was awaiting our arrival. After a glass of wine and another evening gossip session, we once again headed for a relatively early night – I warned you back in my Valencia post that I’m becoming an old man now!

On Sunday morning I was treated to yet another delicious breakfast, and then we jumped in Sharon’s car which she had lent us for the day. Heidi would be driving, and I wasn’t exactly filled with confidence as I entered the car to the view below, but I had to eat my words later on as she navigated the roads and tight parking spaces with effortless grace.

Is this where I die?

It turns out that our destination was Holmenkollbakken, a ski jump in the hills above Oslo which offered some amazing views over the city and its surroundings. Having climbed as high up the jump as we could, we took a selfie and enquired about how much it was to have a go on the zipline (740 kroner, or about £70/78€, so a definite no) before heading down the dizzyingly steep steps and back to ground level.

The ski jump
A selfie over Oslo

After this we headed a little further down the hill and to a place where we could get even better views out over the city and the fjord in which it sits, but I have a sneaking suspicion that Heidi was more interested in getting a photo in the ski throne – look at the joy on her little face!

Queen of the skis

Having worked up an appetite with all of our traipsing up and down the hill, we began our ascent towards the car and the traditional restaurant which lay just beyond it. Heidi spotted that I was beginning to blend in with the autumnal flora along the way, and so a photo session was called for…

The yellow coat strikes again
Inside the cozy restaurant

Once in the restaurant I opted for smørbrød, basically an open-faced sandwich, on which was piled lettuce, egg, vegetables and a generous helping of delicious fresh prawns. Heidi grabbed a dish called rømmegrøt, a traditional Norwegian dish of a kind of porridge made with sour cream, intent that I should try it at some point during my visit. Not being the biggest fan of sour cream I didn’t really take much of a liking to it, but I enjoyed my sandwich, and then my share of the huge slice of apple pie that we treated ourselves to for dessert!

After a motorway journey involving a rowdy rendition of the Grease Megamix, we returned back to Oslo and to Frognerparken, a park most famous for its series of sculptures by Gustav Vigeland. Heidi was insistent that I’d enjoy the sculptures and appreciate the art, but I was too preoccupied smirking at the nude subjects and admiring the trees to pay all too much attention. Heidi did try to be all cultured and stuff, so here’s a photo of her right now:

Admiring the artwork
An autumnal treeline
Looking over the lake
Another part of the park

I did enjoy wandering around the park, but sooner or later I wound up getting quite cold, and so we walked back into the city’s streets for a coffee to heat back up.

The sun lies low in the sky
A cold selfie
More views of the canopy

After we’d warmed ourselves back up, we headed back to the car and then back to Kløfta for yet another dinner whipped up by Heidi’s mum. This was to be a roast with a bit of a twist, as Sharon had included a few vegetables I’d never heard of including sellerirot, which is apparent called celeriac or celery root in English. The main twist had to be the meat though, as instead of the standard fare of chicken or beef we were to have reindeer!

A roast with a difference

The meat and the whole dinner were absolutely delicious, and we cracked open a bottle of wine during and after for another cozy evening chatting away into the early hours. After turning in for the night, I was in no rush to move the next morning as Heidi had already headed off to work, but I eventually headed for a wander around Kløfta to take some photos before heading into Oslo.

An old barn
Another pretty house
Gorgeous autumn colours

There were some gorgeous autumnal colours around.

In Oslo I took things pretty slowly, snacking and drinking and calling my mum for a catchup, all whilst waiting for Heidi to leave work. Just before she did, I headed up to the Royal Palace, taking some photos of the palace as the sun set. Whilst taking one, I got chatting to a Norwegian guy who was also taking some photos of the palace, and he ended up showing me a photo he’d snapped of the back of my head. After more chatting away, I added him on Instagram and he has since sent me said photo – which I’ve included below!

Colourful plants along the way
Taking in the Royal Palace

This awesome photo was taken by Frank Otto Pedersen, and you should go check out his work here! Anyway, when Heidi left work we met up with her friend for my last evening in Oslo, but after a delicious Japanese meal and a quick drink we had to head back to Kløfta quite early.

The next morning marked my last day in Norway, and so after thanking Sharon for her amazing hospitality over the last few days, I boarded the train into Oslo for the last time. On the way I stopped of in a town just outside the city called Lillestrøm, which Heidi had said offered stunning views down a fjord. After hanging my legs over the bank of the river and taking in the views for a while, I headed to a supermarket to buy some breakfast to take back for the guys at Erretres, and then finished my journey back into Oslo.

Looking out in Lillestrøm

In Oslo I headed to the north of the city to check out an area I hadn’t been through, and then settled back down for a sandwich lunch before meeting Heidi momentarily to say a quick goodbye over a coffee. After what had to be a 20 minute goodbye – I’d got my boarding time mixed up somewhere along the line – we hugged each other off and I boarded the speedy train out to the airport.

Practicing some rude calligraphy

After an hour delay, I boarded my flight and wound up back in Madrid just after midnight, followed what felt like a catnap before I hauled my breakfast of cinnamon rolls and brown cheese (yes, that exists) to the office on Wednesday morning. They went down very well, and since then it’s been pretty much back to the daily grind of design and heading out for tapas – I can’t complain!

All that’s left to say is that Oslo is a gorgeous city and Norway a beautiful country, and I can’t think Sharon and Heidi enough for all their hospitality in taxiing me around, putting me up, showing me around, and generally tolerating me during a wonderful five days in Norway. I’d definitely recommend that you visit if you get the opportunity, just be more prepared than I did and take a decent coat with you!

10.10.18 — Travel

Valencia

Once again I’m having to write this rather delayed blog post on the go, but this time I’m taking it even further than merely drafting on a train, for I’m currently flying at 10,795m somewhere over France at a speed of 875km/h! This is courtesy of Norwegian’s complimentary inflight WiFi, as I am currently bound for Oslo, but more on that in my next blog post.

As you may have guessed by now, last weekend I jumped in a car share and headed eastwards from Madrid and to the capital of Valencia, Valencia. Confusing, I know, but for this exercise I only stayed in the city of Valencia, so all is well!

I left Madrid directly from work on Friday and so arrived in Valencia by night, dropping my stuff off in the hostel I’d booked and heading straight back out to source a bite to eat and watch a rather wild opera performance in one of the plazas. This was all being put on in the local language, Valenciano, however, and so I ate my bocadillo de tortilla and wandered around the centre a little by night.

A façade by night

As I’m now a grumpy old man at the ripe old age of 23, I opted to skip the pub crawl offered by my hostel, and instead delayed returning to the hostel so that I could put myself to bed in peace and quiet after all the revellers had headed out. After a relatively decent night’s sleep, I was up in time to check out of my hostel, and so headed out for my first look of the fit in the light of day.

The start of the street art

Naturally I wasn’t only going to stay in the city for one night, but I had totally fluffed up the hostel booking when I initially did it, and so had to book my second night at a different place. No fear, however, as I travel ridiculously lightly, so off I went into the city with my little half-full backpack and no idea as to what I should see nor do.

More street art by the market

Luckily I enjoy wandering city streets and have a relatively good intuition for finding the neighbourhoods worth exploring, so I relied on those as I began my wanders. I was primarily impressed by the beautiful street art, which injects a splash of colour into the already vibrant and quirky city.

I soon stumbled across my first point of interest, the Mercat Central, a huge indoor market bustling with all kinds of stalls and tourists and locals alike.

Entering the market

The market was full of fresh fruit and quirky typography.

I didn’t pick up anything whilst perusing as I didn’t want any extra weight to carry around for the rest of the weekend, but I did stop a while to take some photos of the impressive architecture.

The dome over the stalls
Looking over the square

Once I’d cleared the city centre, I knew one other area that I couldn’t miss whilst in Valencia, and that was the Ciudad de los Artes y las Ciencias (The City of Arts and Sciences). This huge linear site sits along part of the city’s green strip, and houses a variety of museums and exhibition centres in some of the wildest futuristic architecture I’ve seen.

I called this one “the shark building”, and for obvious reasons.

The Shark Building

It didn’t look like much was going on in the first building, which I shall refer to as the shark building due to its pointed shape and windows reminiscent of huge teeth, so I passed under its belly and on to the next.

The Turtle Building

This second building I shall refer to as the turtle building, mainly on count of its roof reassembling the shell of a turtle, but it was also seemingly closed, and so I spent a short while just taking in the atmosphere. It was a very strange place to be, walking along geometrical pathways woven between perfectly clean pools and the bluish glow that they reflected onto the crazy white architecture above.

Passing under the street
A palm garden

I eventually arrived at the third building, which I shall call the Science Museum because a) that’s what it was and b) I couldn’t think of an animal that it looked like. I decided to actually go in this one, not because I fancied a wander through the “gene forest” (go figure), but because I had a wild craving for a tuna bocadillo and figured they probably had one in their café.

The Science Museum building
Stopping for a bite to eat
Looking back out

Once I’d eaten my wildly overpriced sandwich, I headed on down and further through the complex. I passed a large royal blue building which was closed for what looked like quite extensive renovations, and eventually found myself passing by the oceanarium, the last building within the complex.

As insinuated I wasn’t really in a mood for wandering around museums, and I definitely wasn’t in the mood for parting with too many of my hard-earned euros to do so, and so I opted to grab the bus for 1.50€ and head to the beach instead.

Valencia is well used by the people of Madrid as a quick holiday spot, and it seems like this beach tends to be the reason why, as it makes Valencia the nearest city with a beach to the capital. I, however, had my backpack in tow, didn’t have any sun cream, and didn’t fancy winding up with sand infiltrating the many holes of my knackered shoes, and so my entire beach experience consisted of taking a single photo of it, scoffing at the prices of the restaurants along the promenade, and heading back inland. To top it all off, the photo was rubbish and isn’t even worth including here. Good work, Briggs.

The bus ride to the beach had, however, allowed me 20 minutes or so to do a spot of research on the city, and I’d identified a nice neighbourhood that I fancied visiting, which by sheer good luck was situated just behind the beach area. Keeping to the shaded side of the streets to try and stop my pasty unprotected skin burning, I headed back towards the pretty architecture of the El Cabanyal neighbourhood.

Beautiful colours along the way

As it was the middle of the afternoon and the height of the day’s heat, the streets were pretty quiet, but I was more than happy to just amble along them until I found a bar to refresh myself in. That I eventually did, snapping photos of the quirky scenes I saw along the way.

A lonely building along the way
The corner shop

Once I’d bussed myself back to the city centre, I hunted down my second hostel and checked in. Finding one of my roommates asleep when I arrived, I headed straight back out for a drink and eventually an evening meal at a delicious burger place that I’d been recommended.

I prefer green sex, personally
The train station by night

The next morning I headed out with my Canadian roommate who I’d got chatting to the night before, and we sat down for a chat and breakfast together. Eventually he had to grab his carshare, and after giving him a hand with his Spanish, I saw him off an headed further into the city.

Just outside my hostel
A unicorn along the way

With the same lack of plan as the day before, I went for a wander once again in an area of the city which, according to Google Maps, I’d yet to visit. Without meaning to I stumbled upon the design school, and then spent a while exploring the street art in the surrounding area, before settling myself in a bar for a drink.

More arte callejero

It was when I sat down in said bar that I noticed I had lost my notebook, which had me upset no end, and so after a drink I headed back to my hostel to see if I’d left it in the room. On arrival I found it amongst the information booklets in the hostel, and so, panic over, I sat down for one final drink before I had to head to the west of the city for my carpool back to Madrid.

Passing through the city centre once more

I arrived at the metro station to be picked up with quite a bit of spare time, and so managed to sneak in one other final drink before I met my driver and headed off in a van back towards the capital – just in time for a night’s sleep before work the following day!

PS: Unfortunately I didn’t manage to get this post sent from the plate as I flew to Oslo, as the WiFi on board couldn’t seem to cope with the photos as I tried to upload them, so this is being posted upon my return from Norway. Naturally I’ll be as quick as I can in getting the Oslo post up, but I took so many photos that it’s going to take quite a while! No spoilers…