Little red riding backpacker in Madrid

What kind of thoughts come to your mind when you think of Spain? Sun? Warmth? Beautiful, cloudless sky? Well, Madrid decides to make a suprising entrance into my life and welcomed me with rain, clouds and greyness. I honestly was not prepared for that, so under a pile of sundresses and flip-flops I digged a raincoat out of my suitcase and went out to explore what a capital city has to offer.

Greyish Madrid.

Puerta del Sol (sin sol).

But there was a way to fight the weather-based depression...

... and the world turned a little bit brighter, although an umbrella was still a "must-have".

After wandering a while the narrow streets of Atocha, I literally bumped onto Museo del Prado. (For the art lover, the No Name Hostel on Calle de Atocha is superconvenient, as it is just a 10 minutes walk from both: del Prado y Museo Reigna Sofia). I went there twice, both times between 6-8 pm (it´s free for everyone at that time), since I could not get enough of it. I suppose I could make a habit out of it and go there every evening a year round, since its beauty, variety and colours are overwhelming. First thing I went to see was my beloved Rembrandt:

I never know how to embrace this mysterious light of his paintings - this warm, inviting blaze of light that makes female cheeks rosy, faces ofold man full of wisedom and young - full of hope. 

Just one piece of Rembrandt is worth going, not to mention being scared by Goya´s pinturas negras, seeing live the Veronese´s greeness, or trying to figure out what are the Spanish boys are laughing about, watching Bosch The Garden of Earthly Delights (I had more than few guesses).

The next moring, however, was much, much better. The best way to start a Sunday is... el Rastro, a Notting Hill of Madrid. It´s flea market, where you can buy everything from fashionable clothes to jewellery made out of aluminium cans, from antique furniture to Spongebob-shaped pillows, and many, many more.

I badly wanted those door, but they wouldn´t fit into my suitcase.

My South Corean friend, whose photo-pose reminded my of the good times in Taiwan.

Beautiful, beautiful hanging beds & chairs

Fooling around Madrid, I could not see the obvious. The social climate nowadays is very tense, and even if I hadn´t walked by Plaza de Neptun last Saturday and see the desperate, angry crowd there, I could figure it out just by looking at the streets.

Aquí no hay playa anymore.