My mood was odd, I was sad to be leaving Spain, excited to go back to Paris, sick of being on the road, desired to see more of Madrid, tired of the smelly clothes in my backpack, and so on.
In the palace gardens I encountered peacocks and a nice American girl who kept me company while I wandered around and enjoyed the scenery.
Palace and gardens
Peacocking
Playin the Game
From the gardens to the streets, got totally lost again (I really should have bought a map) and finally found the Temple of Debod which was severely bland and unimpressive.
I kicked around in the gravel for a bit, took one last look at Madrid and dived down into the metro, to the airport, on the plane, in Paris, bus, metro, apartment, and crash. What a trip. What memories.
