Time for another girlie weekend, this time to see Sara in Madrid. 12 of us flew in from various European cities (mostly UK, though) to do a little culture, some sight-seeing, lots of shopping, but mostly catching up with friends.I was told that the hotel would be a 20 minute metro ride from the airport, so when 11 of us gathered at Terminal 2 in Madrid, we had no idea what was in store for us. The best any of us could say after switching trains twice and lugging our cases (mine without wheels!) up and down stairs, was: "At least the tube stations feel light and airy...not like the London tube." Needless to say, taxis were the preferred method of travel from that moment on.
Friday evening was spent at Casa Pearce, and as you can see from the photo, much vino was 
consumed that evening. Sara put on a fabulous spread of local cuisine and Mike played waiter, making sure our glasses were full at all times. It was a cozy way to catch up on everyone's news. The next day, Sara took us shopping, and I scored 2 pairs of shoes and a summer ensemble. By the end of the day, everyone's feet were in various shapes of disrepair, but we still managed to hobble over for the evening's tapas meal in Plaza Santa Ana. With 13 of us, it was difficult to get all of us together at one table (especially since it's first-come, first-serve), but the waiters were very funny with their invisible line when we tried to put a few tables together. In the end, we sat at 2 tables set further apart, but the waiters got a wonderful tip in the end... they were cute!! Beauty conquers all, I suppose. We carried on to Plaza Mayor for more drinking and were kicked out by about 2 am(?). we walked back to our hotel and it was amazing to see so many people out have fun, and not the scary type of fun, where you're afraid some drunken yob is going to cold-cock you for no other reason than that you were within arm's length. Sue and I 
pretended we were 5 and hid in a doorway, no luck, they found us. Then some tried their best to get arrested in front of the police station and Lynn and Lisa had to walk barefoot (shoes were killing them). After a nightcap, I hit the sack by about 4 am. What a night!
consumed that evening. Sara put on a fabulous spread of local cuisine and Mike played waiter, making sure our glasses were full at all times. It was a cozy way to catch up on everyone's news. The next day, Sara took us shopping, and I scored 2 pairs of shoes and a summer ensemble. By the end of the day, everyone's feet were in various shapes of disrepair, but we still managed to hobble over for the evening's tapas meal in Plaza Santa Ana. With 13 of us, it was difficult to get all of us together at one table (especially since it's first-come, first-serve), but the waiters were very funny with their invisible line when we tried to put a few tables together. In the end, we sat at 2 tables set further apart, but the waiters got a wonderful tip in the end... they were cute!! Beauty conquers all, I suppose. We carried on to Plaza Mayor for more drinking and were kicked out by about 2 am(?). we walked back to our hotel and it was amazing to see so many people out have fun, and not the scary type of fun, where you're afraid some drunken yob is going to cold-cock you for no other reason than that you were within arm's length. Sue and I 
pretended we were 5 and hid in a doorway, no luck, they found us. Then some tried their best to get arrested in front of the police station and Lynn and Lisa had to walk barefoot (shoes were killing them). After a nightcap, I hit the sack by about 4 am. What a night! The next day, I tried to get a little culture and spent a few hours in the Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza (the Prado would have been too large to try and get through) and then it was time to say good-bye to everyone and start heading home.
The Hotel was a great choice, location was perfect and I particularly loved having the private hot tub on our patio, it really came in handy after a long day of shopping.
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