Madrid. A city of fans.

What fun to go to Madrid! Rolfy likes culture, I like footie... where better than the home of Real and Atletico? Well, other than the hallowed turf on the Fulham Road. Off we set then. Getting the Bristol Airport bus from the end of the road, and arriving at our hotel mere hours later. A jolly nice hotel, kind of designer, bang in the middle of Madrid.

After a bit of kip and a shower, off we went for dinner. At, like 12AM. Madrileños like to eat late baby. They say that Madrid is a city with 8 months of winter and 4 months of hell, and it felt like it when sat out in the wee small hours of a late July morning. It was HOT.

The next day we sped around looking at stuff from an open top bus. We saw the Bernabau, I pointed at it in the photo in case you didn't notice it. We saw the Nuestra Señora de la Comunicación, which is what the Madrileños call the main Post Office, and we saw tons of wrought iron balconies, which made Rolfy pant a bit.

Other highlights? The best Gambos ever eaten. Cheap wine. Air conditioning! There was a heatwave back home in England so we got into the room and turned that sucker on the down-low. It was sooo cold that we had to add extra blankets on the bed and after showering, Rolfy needed to dry on the balcony so she didn't freeze to death.