I got up early so I wouldn't be late for my Spanish cooking class. The city streets I travelled were old and narrow. They would be the equivalent size to Winnipeg's back lanes. There were plenty of interesting things to observe though. I got so busy drinking in the atmosphere that I actually walked a block past my destination (lack of street signs) and ended up on Calle de Atocha, a main thoroghfare of Madrid. There, I met Vilma and her dog. Both were born in Spain but when Vilma moved to South America, her dog went, too. Her precious pup had to stay in quarantine 6 weeks before coming back to Spain!