We were escorted to our Madrid apartment by an English chauffer in a black Mercedes. Living in Spain for 23 years, he was super knowledgeable about the area, had advice on key places to go as well as eat. He thought our apartment selection was brilliant as the location was perfect. We didn’t really understand that until the next day when we began exploring. We only knew this point that we were close to Plaza Mayor.
Although it was midnight as we arrived at our new place, Madrid was a city that was up late – and it was time for a drink. Finding a nap cap first lead us to understand our apartment was on the other side of the Plaza Mayor. And then, to find that limited bars were open at midnight. We found a round of drinks at an Irish-looking pub with soccer matches on the TV, and two euro Spanish wines on tap. Perfect!
Side note: When he asked about our occupations, he was eager to share that in late February, he would be in Barcelona as Steve Ballmer’s driver.