Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Flamenco guitarist
One of the bars we crawled into was this very small cave below ground that might have been 10 feet wide at most. At the end was a small stage where a flamenco guitarist was playing...amazingly well. Soon joined a women (in the picture) who sang some traditional songs. Michelle made friends with a couple young Spanish men (of course) sitting next to us (one was half-Irish who spoke English with a Spainish/Irish accent) who told us the guitarist is one of Madrid's best classical guitarists who bought the bar so that he could play whenever he felt like it.
For dinner I had lamb ribs; Michelle had a torilla (which is a potato-egg fritta in Spain).
We got lost on the way home last night, but I mastered enough Spanish ask a stranger "Excuse me, sir, are you Puerto del Sol?" He figured out that I meant to say "where is.."
The Irish-Spainard invited us to meet him after work tomorrow for lunch. So that's where we are off to.
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