"I can't tell you how many times I've seen long tables like this one!" So announced my cousin in the banquet hall of the Palacio Real Madrid. Frescos above, tapestries around, and Chinese vases abound but nothing could impress this world traveler. Lei and I blew through the palace with mom and auntie until all the "chinoiserie" became a blur. No amount of treasure could stop us in our step. In fact, the whole day was made of steps. 22953 steps according to Lei, which is only short 6000 steps to her record of walking in Paris.
At the end of the day, as the family returned home, and draped ourselves on the chairs and couches like terrible Dali paintings. We fell into naps. At some point it was time for food again. There is a rhythm to this trip that is like a wave, constant ebbing, peace. Maybe there's no story, and that's fine by me