An apartment in the capital

Our apartment in Madrid was cracking. With deadliness. I have already  mentioned the proximity to restaurants and bars, and the foozeball table. This was a genuine Airbnb experience, we were staying in this guys house, not a pseudo holiday rental. There was food to help ourselves to, and all the random things you might need; bread, butter, cereal, detergent, sugar... Nail clippers (Karl not me). 

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There was also this amazing entertainment wall, with a iPod loaded full of the sweetest tunes. He had somehow locked the volume control so it could only be moderately loud, which turned out to be a good thing when the men came home drunk from the bullfighting, and Matisse had already managed to sleep through their story telling. 

Steven figuring out hoe to use this "seat"

Steven figuring out hoe to use this "seat"

There were other novelties in the place, like the random "chair" above. The foozeball table provided hours of entertainment. I was so mad at Karl for beating me 10-0. There was déjà-vu the following day with Steven and Elaine. I got my groove back the following day, and almost beat both Steven and Karl. What can I say, they have better wrist action than Elaine and I. 

Steven and Elaine had arrived bearing gifts. I had to eat my two boxes of chocolate because I couldn't fit them in my backpack. They also made Matisse a customised pencil case to commemorate her arrival into the world. She has become obsessed with it and shrieks with excitement when she rediscovers it every day. 

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Karl had become besties with the pizza shop guys the day we arrived. He bought two pizzas, tipped them handsomely and charmed them with Matisse. What a nice bloke. Turns out, he was putting in the hard yards so they would look after him on subsequent trips. Strategic. It came in handy this night, right before an introduction to limoncello. Mmmm. My new favourite. Steven taught us how to play 31, then lost. Ha ha. 

Steven teaches us 31. 

Steven teaches us 31.