Rewind four weeks and, after 35 long hours of flight and transit time from Australia, I arrive in Madrid jet-lagged but excited. Koren and I, reunited after almost a year apart, get ready for five fabulous weeks of backpacking through France and Spain.
A combination of terrible plane food and running out of my vegan snacks halfway through the trip means that I am VERY hungry.
Not the I-need-a-good-warm-meal hungry, but more the I-will-rip-someone’s-face-off-if-I-don’t-eat-now hungry.
Koren knows my hangry (hungry + angry = hangry) face too well. As we wander the streets of Madrid, she grabs my arm and pulls me towards a smokey, dilapidated stall where a lady stands over a warm barrel every so often turning black, charcoaled roasted castañas, also known chestnuts. For the bargain price of €2.50 we grab a paper cone full of warm nuts. Continue Reading →