I headed to the Alcazar, the royal palace first created by Muslim rulers, and subsequently added to and used by later Christian rulers. The Alcazar is gorgeous - rooms full of plaster decorations, geometric pattern mazes (think inspiration of Escher), and hug expanses of gardens. There were even peacocks in the gardens. Peacocks! It was a surreal dreamworld to the past, that was hard to shake as I left. I stopped in a little art gallery on my way out, where i met the artist - a nice old man who told me about his work and his time in NYC.
Next goal was perusing the streets of the old city and a recharge for the phone.
Then, I headed to the Cathedral, which was once the site of a Mosque. The mosque fell in an earthquake, but its minaret survived to become a gothic cathedral's bell tower. The Cathedral was impressive, but overwhelming in its detail. I also stopped in another church, which was only slightly calmer.
In the evening, I walked a bit more of the city, revisiting the plaza de espanya and heading across the bridge to Trianna for a bit.
On Sunday, I found myself with a rainy drab morning and a massive blister, so I ended up just chillin all morning. But in Madrid, I had an hour to transfer, so I investigated the Caixa Forum, a contemporary art museum wih stunning architecture that Caroline and I hadnt been able to find during our trip. It had an interesting film exhibit open about the blurred lines of reality in documentary films. Then I rushed back to the train station and headed home.
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