So I lost my camera in Madrid. Sorry for partying. Luckily, I lost it at the hotel and they shipped it back to me this week.
Meaning I have no photos from Tenerife (LAUREN EDGER, YOU’RE BREAKING MY HEART WITH THE HOARDING OF YOUR PHOTO LIBRARY).
As for the photos I do have, it is essentially a random smattering of me and Edge walking through Madrid and entertaining ourselves thoroughly. Which is fine. If you don’t appreciate them, take comfort in knowing that I at least had a good time.
Saving you the boring details:
(1) Much walking around and exploring what we could of Madrid. The place is so massive, but we covered a lo-ho-hot of it on foot.
(2) Spent an entire afternoon in Retiro Park, where we found several future potential wedding sites. Evidence:
(3) Wonnnnderful dinners. Went to Ramses with Coleman, Rob and Szejka on Sunday. Botín on Monday—where Edge and I awkwardly almost cried at the sighting of a mariachi (so probably not even called that) band, due to our severe desire to be in Cabo with Pappa Shoen and the gang.
(4) Got in our share of culture and history at the Prado.
(5) TENERIFE IS THE BOMB. Weather was five times better than I expected… about 74 and sunny.
(6) I am still peeling and tan. Fact.
(7) The whole island is just fantastic, and it was insanely relaxing to be there. The phrase “I am just very pleased” became our go-to motto.
(8) Spent the last night in London. Got to show Lauren and Stynes a bit of my ‘hood, and took them to all the major tourist attractions that you can hit in 16 hours. And I showed them the London Center, which they were very entertained by.
Barcelona in t-minus 8 days. March is for Spain, and Europe is for lovers.
