Friday the day of Trial, Madrid Spain

We woke up bright and early at 11 the next day, shocked that the
cortinas blocked as much light as they did, and the people in the
street didn't wake us.

Shower, shave, and shine up, and we hit the street again, looking for
some food, and aiming for a long walk.
We went all over town, down the gran via again, the Plaza de Espana,
over to the Palacio Real (but not into it) and had lunch, on the Plaza
Mayor.

Thing were going great (although expensive on the plaza) until the
salad showed up with tuna on it, and the tortilla español (entera)
really was an entire plate sized pie, and everything went downhill.
The sad part was that they had two salads,

Ensalada Mixta y
Ensalad Mixta de Bonito

Spanish speaker that I am, I asked about the Bonito, and the camerera
mentioned that it was a nice piece of atún on top of the normal salad.

Since Nicci eats nothing with the face, I didn't even concieve that
the "normal mixta" would not be the "Bonito" without the bonito (no
atún)

WRONG WRONG WRONG.

So, that was a $60 lesson. Food on the plaza is not cheap, and with
the Euro being at 1.5 a dollar, our 40 Euro meal whacked us pretty good.

When y'all come visit we can eat on the plaza again, but beware the
ensalada mixta.

So, we were in a good mood right? We walked around some more, and
checked our book for a vegetarian restaurant. We were going to go to
the second location of our favorite veggie restaurant. We walked down,
turned the corner and the place was gone.

NOT SO GOOD.

We needed food, and spain was conspiring against us. We ended up going
the The Wok, near the Plaza de España, about 10 block walk from where
the first restaurant wasn't.

Thankfully the wok was good, and we managed to get to our beds safely.
We slept well that night, amazingly.