Monday, 4/29. Typical flights. Exiting Madrid Airport was simplicity itself. Customs agent had fun talking Japanese to Yoriko. Free wifi with no registration nonsense. Luggage was nearly first out. Driver was from Bolivia, forced to relocate for a job. Had been a banker. Fun drive.
Time from landing to hotel check-in to restaurant was one hour, forty minutes. Granted, we were seated at ten in the PM. I had found the place on Google Maps, featuring a tasting meal of seven courses. Excellent! The only item I couldn’t stomach was seaweed from Japan! See the menu below. Pisco Sour (a Peruvian favorite) was actually sour. I prefer sweet. “Green Dog” white wine.
Anyway, we got right into the swing of things by having dinner from 10 to midnight. Need my sleep. Tomorrow (today!) is busy.
Sea anemones from Cadiz. Tasted like alligator. Seaweed from Japan. Not my liking. 
Smoked eel. Nothing like the eel I’ve had before. Delicious. 
Study carefully. A flight to Madrid just to dine here is what super rich people should do. 
Suckling Pig. 
Cannelloni skin made of pineapple. Cold yogurt interior. Mango sauce.