The ravages of the “Portuguese Flu” took hold with a vengeance and after a night under sedation, I awoke in zombie land. The duty of welcoming Al and Alex to Madrid fell to Gail and Robert.
As soon as I was capable, Gail took me for a walk to the nearest doctors clinic with a letter explaining my situation. I managed to get there to be greeted by 3 office “assistants” who provided no assistance at all. We offered cash payment but were given another place just another 20 minutes away! Defeated and another day lost in bed. Gail and Robert had a few explores and afternoon drinks on our terrace before dinner downstairs with Al and Alex.
After another poor night, I at least felt well enough to do something on Thursday morning. Gail suggested an art museum visit. The closest was the Thyssen collection a 20 minutes walk away, so here we bought tickets to the big three in Madrid.
The Thyssen is an extraordinary private collection of more than 1000 paintings from great artists that range from pre-renaissance to modern. Well worth the visit but about the end of me.
A slow light lunch with water revived me enough to agree to visit The Prado, while we were nearby. Foolish of me to think it could be just a lightning visit to one of the great art museums of the world. By the time we walked a large slice of it and then home, it was the end of me for the evening. Robert collapsed as well.
Gail was joined by the newly arrived Jordan Langford on the terrace for afternoon drinks before dinner. Am I enjoying Spain yet?
Poor Stephan, hope you get better soon and enjoy the rest of the trip, what a bugger getting the bug, hate those flu shots.
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