it is all about the food and walking

Woke up at a respectable 9 am Tuesday after a few US phone calls rang through about 6 am.
Had great cheap breakfast at Madrid Madrid where we say in the bar area and watched workers come in for their cafe con leches, morning beers and bocadillas. Evetthing is served with some cut of jamon and I am surprisingly doing well. But our choice was a Spanish omelet or tortilla, sort of like a quiche but way better, filled with cheese and potatoes.
Back on the metro to the Sol area where the seat of Madrid starts and all steets are counted from.
We decided to do a walk through royal Madrid from a map in one of annals guidebooks. A few hits and misses at turning on to the right steets but we did make it through, seeing some of the oldest churches in the area, oldest restaurant and where the Muslims (or Moors) would have lived back then which is not a quaint area of trompe l'oeill painted apartments.
The tour ended at this convent where a group of clostered nuns run a cookie making operation. The whole fun part is trying to get in and buy the cookies where you ring the buzzer, figure out how to open the heavy wooden door and put your money in this lazy Susan and all of your contact is by voice and you never see the nuns. We missed the morning hours by 10 minutes but would later go back after lunch and it was well worth it. The orange flavored cookies are a cross between a delicate lady finger and shortbread and Anna and I have already eaten many of them throuGhout the day.
On to lunch., where we are the only ones at first in the dining rOom because at 1:30 it is still considered too early for lunch in Madrid. Anna found the best place for paella through a cooking show and they were right. We go with the paella mixto, some ham croquettes and the aqua con gas. All of which was more than enough and left us ready for a siesta. And yes the dining room by now is buzzing with activity at 3.
But we decide to walk it off and head over to one of the best art museums in the world - the Prado.
Many Goyas, some Miros and lots of 19th century historical paintings along with sculpture take up a few hours so that we are exhausted and head back to get those cookies, shop at a local artisans store and get me more clairitin which was a comedy into itself as I decided to go to into the farmacia by myself and with my limited Spanish get some more mostly by showing her the package.
A short siesta turns into a way too long one and our plan to go do tapas befor our flamenco show is scraped as we hurredly get ready and book over to the bar.
The show is amazing with dancers, singers and gUitarists and 2 glasses of sangria, some raccionnes *which I know know are larger plates of tapas and we ordered too many* and we both are content but still have one more stop: the chocaltier.
Open late and considered one of the best - the hot chocolate is so thick a spoon rests on it and the churros are greasy and light for dunking. The place stays open late and it is a mixture of locals and tourists at this late hour. By now I am glad we walked around so much of the city and mastered the
Metro as I have eaten my weight and had 3 meals in one day for the first time in who knows when.
Sleep comes quick after as we're leaving for Barcelona the next day.