How Much is Too Much?

We learned this lesson in Italy not that long ago, but how quickly we forget.

With COVID, a lot of the busy tourist destinations now require reservations to manage capacity. I hate that, as it pains my soul to have to pre-plan pretty much every day of a vacation, but we are where we are. For the first time in pretty much ever, I can tell you where we’ll be on any given day for the next four weeks. Ugh.

As we only have one more day booked in Madrid we have tickets for both the Prado and Reina Sofia museums – one each in the morning and afternoon. It makes perfect sense on paper as they are just a short walk away from one another and tackling them both now means we can move on from the big city.

Now we both like art, even though we aren’t at all sophisticated enough to understand the nuances that make a Picasso a Picasso and a Picardo just a Picardo. Yes, seeing Guernica is very cool, but after looking at 30 Ruebens in a single room and realizing you have at least 50 more rooms to go, your brain simply can’t handle it anymore. I know it is an empty promise (like swearing I’ll never pay for another buffet) but from here on out, one museum per day.

No photos allowed in either museum so if you’re curious to see anything we saw, Google is your friend.

On to more important matters. For reasons we cannot explain, a skillet with fried eggs, sausage, and potatoes (in fry form) here is not breakfast. Don’t let that sway you. It is still delicious as a lunch. The jug of sangria doesn’t hurt either.