estamos en Madrid

It´s been less than 24 hours since we set out. En route to Madrid from JFK, we sit next to a self-identified ¨caballero¨--Spanish for cowboy--named Luis. One question we asked: ¨Have you seen the Horse Whisperer and, if so, did you find it true-to-life?¨ He´d seen it three times and, being a horse whisperer of 30 years himself, found it incredibly accurate. He also passed on his secret recipe for creating mouth-watering Spanish tortillas. We both took careful mental notes throughout our interaction. At the end of the flight, as everyone else clamored to get off the plane, Luis pulled out a couple of horse-breeding magazines (I had no idea these even existed--they were in Spanish) to show us the sorts of horses he trains. We parted ways in the airport.

Now, we´re seated in an internet cafe in downtown Madrid. We spent the morning in the Prado viewing portraiture by the likes of Picasso and Goya. Not much time left in the city. We´re both in the process of figuring out our new cameras.

Paul says his video camera, set at f/1.6, captures Madrid´s patina nicely.

Next time from Senegal...