Enroute from JFK to Tel Aviv, I arrived in Madrid for a 6 hour layover and decided to take the metro into the city center. After a 3 train, 40 minute ride (in morning rush hour), I stepped above ground at the Puerta del Sol station. A very old and historic neighborood, I walked around and was instantly enveloped by that wonderful Spanish energy, pace and conversational sound. (I always feel as if I've stepped into a Pedro Almodovar movie.)

Even though this was my first visit (and not really one at that...but an extended layover), all I really wanted was to stop, take a cafe con leche at a Plaza Major sidewalk cafe, and immerse myself among the bustling masses of business people heading to work with their El Diarios folded under their arms.

All in all, I had an energetic, if brief (as in nanosecond), time in Madrid. There's nothing like a good strong cup of Spanish coffee among the smoking masses.   AND...oh yes...I'll be back in short order.

Diary excerpt from:

I'll Have a Cafe con Leche and a Bag Search, please!

(Wednesday, 23 Nov 2005)