Showing posts with label Madrid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Madrid. Show all posts

Friday, 23 September 2016

Lolo - The Best Ice Lollies in the World!

Sitting in the autumn sunshine in our garden here in the UK had me reminiscing about what an incredible summer it's been...and I suddenly remembered I forgot to tell you all about a great little discovery I made in Madrid! So in a change from the scheduled post on Cuba (coming soon!) I'm dedicating this post to Lolo - the best ice lolly shop in the world.

On our post-exam getaway Annie, Cat and I discovered this gem of a shop on a stroll through Malasaña. The ice lollies (or polos in Spanish) are all entirely natural, made of real fruit and fruit juices and without a preservative or flavouring in sight. And what flavours! Paraguaya (peach) and rose, raspberry and hibiscus tea, mango yoghurt and cardamom, cucumber and violet, lemon tart - the list is never ending.




 

 

As we enjoy the last of this year's warmer weather in England I'm sure the days are still bright enough and the nights still hot enough for a cheeky ice lolly or two in Madrid. With stores open til 1 in the morning Lolo's will be ready whenever you are!

Lolo's can be found in Malasaña in C/ Espíritu Santo, 16 and they also now have a stall at the Mercado de San Antón

Friday, 17 June 2016

Back in Madrid!

With the last days of university officially behind us Annie, Cat and I set off on our Madrid reunion trip to stir up old memories and enjoy the sunshine. (Unfortunately at the last minute Annabel had to stay behind but was with us in spirit!)

I flew out a couple of days before the others to spend the weekend with my old housemate Katrina in her new flat in Embajadores. Setting foot in Madrid again was such a strange experience; so many emotions and memories came flooding back. The smell of sunshine and cigarette smoke hits you in waves as you step off the plane and it wasn't long before I was rattling along on the metro towards Sol. A few couples passionately making out on the platform, a beggar forlornly holding out a cup in my direction and a call of "ehhhh mami!"from a darkened doorway, along with the requisite kissy kissy noises, meant there was no mistaking where I was...

Saturday and Sunday were spent in a happy blur enjoying afternoon drinks in kerbside bars, exploring the centre again and finding my feet in the city I used to call home. On a stroll through Retiro Park we came across the rose garden or rosaleda; something I'd missed last year:
 
 
 



This is a gorgeous space, overflowing with flowers, surrounded by a low hedge towards the edge of the park. Perfect for a romantic walk or just to get away from the hustle of the city for a while.

Cat and Annie arrived on the Monday and we found our Airbnb apartment near Malasaña. Three days of sheer relaxation followed; I didn't think about work or grades or job hunting once. We took advantage of the brands that can't be found in the UK and shopped til we quite literally dropped. Lying on our picnic blanket under the shade of the trees in Retiro we shared a feast of tortilla, empanadas, apricots and tomatoes. The birds chirruped above us, a pair of squirrels fought tooth and claw over some tidbit and the hot sun left everyone lazy and lolling about.



 



As I sunk through the clouds to hit the runway back in Luton it felt like coming back to earth in more ways than one. I've had such an incredible last few days; our Madrid trip, finding out I'll be graduating with a First Class degree from Southampton in July and tonight we're heading off to a summer ball at the top of Portsmouth's Spinnaker tower. What's more in just under 48 hours I'll be in Cuba for our summer holiday!

It will probably take me a little while to sort through all the squillions of photos I'll be taking while away but I'll get a post up as soon as I can when we get back.

Saturday, 30 April 2016

Spanish Architecture!

Things have been so busy here what with coursework and writing my dissertation that I haven't posted on madridadrift for over a month! So this is just a quick roundup of all the fantastic architecture I saw over my year abroad:

Córdoba

Roman ruins, shady streets, flowers galore and the fantastic Mezquita; a mix of Moorish and Christian styles and stripey columns!



 
 


 


 
El Palacio de Madrid
 



Granada

The impressive Alhambra, colourful markets, mosaics and more!

 
 







Toledo

Silver swords and marzipan, fairytale castles, twisting alleyways and golden churches...


 




Segovia

An awe-inspiring aqueduct and gothic cathedral


 

Sevilla

The Plaza de España at sunset, a romantic alcázar and purple bougainvillea tumbling from rooftops...

 
 
 
 


This is just a taste of the gorgeous buildings I saw while on my year abroad. The sheer range of styles is incredible and proof of what a varied and interesting country Spain is. Where's your favourite spot in Spain?

Sunday, 29 November 2015

Spanish customs you may find strange...

1. Their Timetable or "Horario"


The Spanish are known throughout Europe for the strange hours they keep. You'll realise this when out late in the evening with your friends you look up to see young children chasing each other round restaurant tables as the clock strikes 11pm. Shouldn't they be at home tucked up in bed? Where are their parents?

We've all heard of the Spanish siesta which involves taking a short nap at around 3 or 4pm in the afternoon during the baking heat of summer (A tradition I made the most of during my time away). Not everyone also knows that going to bed before midnight in Spain is practically unheard of. They still manage to get up early enough to get to work and school every day; it amazed me how people could survive with such little sleep.

Meal times are vastly different from England with my grumbling stomach usually piping up round 1.30pm only to be satisfied by about 3.30pm when I got home from work. Dinner is hardly ever before 10pm and can go on for hours. The Spanish actually have verbs that mean "to stay up all night" and "to get up very early" - "trasnochar" and "madrugar".

Don't be surprised if shops shut in the afternoon to make time for siesta or if nobody arrives at the club before 2am - they're probably still eating...


2. Eating Standing Up


Speaking of eating, how often would you expect to go out for a light meal in England and find the restaurant has no chairs? This is a regular occurence in Spain with many restaurants like "El Tigre" in Madrid having a kind of shelf around the walls to perch your drink on and not much else. That being said these places are often mainly serving tapas or light bites to go with your drink; all the food at El Tigre comes free with a glass of cider/beer!


3. Throwing your dirty napkins to the floor...


This Spanish quirk was just so against everything I've ever been taught about manners that I just couldn't bring myself to take part. In many bars there are napkins on tables which you are encouraged to use and then...THROW ON THE FLOOR! There may be a kind of trough running along the base of the bar but more often than not you're expected to just screw up your tissues and drop them where you stand. Throughout the night a member of bar staff pushes a huge broom around the tables gathering up all the rubbish and carries them away. Would it not just be easier to put them in the bin in the first place?

Though often, the more napkins, the more popular the bar with the locals and the better the food!


4. They don't do cards...


This was something that my friend Cat and I discovered early on. The Spanish just don't do cards in the same way the British do. If you're looking for a tasteful birthday, valentines, anniversary, thank you or Christmas card you'll certainly have to begin the search with time to spare. El Corte Inglés, the main Spanish department store, has a pitiful selection and newsagents just don't stock them. There are postcards everywhere but be warned these are VERY unlikely to reach their destination! If you want a card/message to reach home it pretty much has to be in an envelope; all the postcards I ever sent never arrived.

If you're feeling entrepreneurial there's definitely a gap in the market for expats who desperately need a last minute card!


5. YOU buy the cake on your birthday


Unlike in England, where it's customary for your colleagues to club together and bring in a cake or a small treat of some sort, in Spain you're the one parting with the cash. When your birthday rolls around make sure to have a box of chocs ready to share out at work to celebrate. It's just the Spanish way; when its their birthday you'll be given your share of cake too!

Have you noticed any strange customs while in Spain? Leave me a comment below or tweet me - I'd love to hear about them!