It was the week after my Birthday and me and the lads were making our way to Gatwick Airport on a rainy, misty afternoon. “The flight is at 6:45 p.m.” I said, “why are we leaving at 4:00 p.m.” We had two hours left to get to the gates, heart beating like an 808 drum, a sensation of coldness starts creeping up our feet from underneath our seats in the cab. We arrived just in time to the airport but the gates had closed. This was the cliff note’s version of the story and the experience of missing our flight was one that we did not really expect. There is a first time in everything we guessed. We had met up a few times to plan this trip before and we wanted an adventure, I guess missing the flight was a good omen.
To start our week, we landed at the heart of the city of Madrid. The weather was not cold it was between 18-22 degrees Celsius. On our first day we visited the oldest Restaurant in the world as declared by Guinness world records. The restaurant is called “El Botin”. Locating this place in the city of Madrid turned out to be a manageable task as my friend seemed to have had a built in compass and world map inside his head. In our later ventures, we definitely could not leave without him as it was the most efficient way of utilizing our time. Things to note in the restaurant: the food we had was exquisite. I ordered a slow roast pork, combined with baked, deep fried potatoes. My friends ordered similar dishes although they were chicken and fish. Its a very small restaurant but after one visits the interior you could really feel the traditional essence of this restaurant from the golden days.