OK, I realize that eating a street vended hot dog for your first taste of Madrid may not seem like the best thing to do, but you sir, yes you, just try and stand in front of a place with a sign that says "Perritos Calientes" and NOT buy one. Not to mention, they take soft, uncut hot dog buns, stick them on a toaster pole and toast the inside of a hot dog sized hole, then they dip your dog in ketchup and slide it into said toasty hole.
Now that this little treat is out of the way, I am doing to go stand in the middle of SOL, close my eyes, turns around till dizzy, walk straight, and eat jamon at whichever jamon bar I run into.
music of choice for metro ride: U2 - "War"
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