Day 0127

Train from Barcelona to Madrid. Beautiful countryside, unpeopled pastoral idylls flashing by. Crumbled stone huts, irrigation, olives, a sprawling green field with beautiful old trees dotted ponderously throughout.

Can see the altitude rise by the lower cloud level, can feel it too.

Bigger apartment here, very pleased to have space. Food mishap when I forgot that mussaka isn't vegetarian... Came very close to intentionally eating meat for the first time in years and years. Only thing stopping me is habit really.

Flitted around the city, but was too tired to form any distinct impressions. Likewise with the Prado which I ducked into for an hour, but rushed through with all the other tourists in something of a haze.