
So after leaving Bilbao, we were off to Madrid! We decided to

pull over on the way to check out the lunching capabilities of our vehicle. We were both very impressed, making jamon y quesa sandwiches with mustard and mayo and a yogurt for dessert. THe chairs were taken down from the rooftop storage box and we sat on the side of a dirt road and checked out the haystacks. Some guy on a tractor kept chugging by and waving, each time having something different to yell over the drone of his engine. It was a beautiful day and the food was four star.
Then all hell broke loose. I decided to get my hair chopped off in madrid, and i have been saying for months i would "wait till madrid cause they will have a funky place to get my hair done".
Well, unfortunately I was lost in translation and when i asked for a "funky" haircut at a very bizzaro salon in a bizzaro neighborhood downtown, i think they heard "funny" cause i came out looking like a lead guitar player from a really bad 80s heavy metal video. Think Foreigner, but worse. I pouted around for longer than i should have and then pouted some more but i think i am over it now and enjoying the 30 minutes less i need to spend in the shower putting a rake through my hair. All is back to normal.
The Prado museum in madrid was very cool and we saw a Modigliani (my favorite!!!) exhibition at the Thyssen Fondacion. I was getting goosebumps all over the place...
Then we headed south to Cordoba, and took the gas station shot at a roadside stop. Open it up in a larger window, it is pretty cool. With shots like this, i think Gursky should call me for a few tips.