For example, this afternoon I decided that I was sick of being in Madrid without having seen major Madrid attractions. Today’s project was to see the Reina Sofia Museum. The Metro stop is at Atocha on Light Blue Line (Line 1), but my work is at Pio XII on the Purple one (Line 9). The red and purple lines don’t even cross, which means that I had to change trains two times to get to Atocha. My German co-worker was going on the bus, and I thought I would be amicable, wait with her, and then ride the bus to Calle Jorge Juan. At the Jorge Juan bus stop, I would take the Red Line to Sol, then the Light Blue Line to Atocha. It was perfect and foolproof!
Guess what I see twice a day, five days a week...
Except I had trouble finding the Goya metro stop (I might have initially been searching for the Retiro stop, but that’s not important – I found a metro line anyway! This mentality might be the reason I have such a hard time navigating the public transportation system in the first place. There's always a metro stop, and there's always a bus stop where you can find a map. The trouble is finding the right bus to take you were you want to go). And it took nearly an hour to get form work to the Reina Sofia. Wow, most of that paragraph was parenthetical. My apologies, for that, and my apologies for not wanting to go back and edit it out.
I also took the wrong direction out of the Metro towards Retiro Park, instead of toward the Reina Sofia, which took away another 15 minutes from my museum-time. (That's another thing about metros - I'm always disoriented when I come out of them.) I did spend a few minutes looking at an installation of activist art which was raising awareness of violence against women, and I liked that. I do not consider that time wasted. Nevertheless, I did get to the museum eventually, and my wanderings were kept to a minimum.
I wandered around the Reina Sofia by myself, and it was nice to have some alone-time. The Reina Sofia is for smaller works by big artists (with a few exceptions), and it has a lot of the Spanish art. Spanish surrealism is not my favorite, but that’s okay. I had fun imagining things and seeing faces in the paintings. There was a painting called "Head of a Smoker" which I thought was funny because it reminded me of one of the other workers. The next picture I saw was blue and had a white line-like string. It looked like me. I saw a few Salvador Dalis and lots of Picassos. I even saw this:
Guernica, Pablo Picasso |
I only got an hour at the Reina Sofia, which was fine by me. I went during their no-charge hours, and I plan on going back again sometime soon.
Donde son las tortugas? |
Anyway, I knew that they wouldn’t find a cheap tapas bar anywhere on the Calle de Atocha or at the Plaza del Emperador Carlos V. There may be some cheap bars on some of the side streets, but I didn’t know where to look for them. I am the chica who can't even get to the Reina Sofia from my work in a timely manner (and then follow the signs pointing to the Reina Sofia.)
Nevertheless, it was good to speak with other Americans. I miss people from my country, and I like taking the time to chat with them before we move on our separate ways. One of them was from San Francisco and was studying in San Diego, so we bonded momentarily over the fact we had lived in California. Anyway, they were soon off on the Metro, and I was soon on the Metro too, although we ended up going separate ways. Goodbye, American acquaintances.
I went on my merry way, taking another 45 minutes to get home. There's a metro strike in Madrid, and only half the number of trains are running. Which means yet again, longer on the trains.
Whoo.
No tapas for you.
Gah, blogger still has a terrible editor, which is why the photos are wonky.
ReplyDeleteAwwww. Well, I love the new background.
ReplyDeleteAlso, because this is me, I'm going to mention one of my favorite moments from "The Simpsons". Homer moves to a tiny, awful apartment in the ritzy Waverly Hills neighborhood so Lisa & Bart can attend the (better) schools there. While living there he takes Marge out on a date to a tapas bar where the sign proudly states: "Tapas - Not How the Spanish Actually Eat!"