Marco Is Born

On Saturday afternoon we took the Metro up to the La Paz Hospital to see Dani and Yoli and their newborn baby boy, Marco. The magnitude of this event in our minds is apparently so great that we cannot even remember what we did on Saturday morning. Oh, wait, it's coming back. Amy went shopping for a gift for Marco and I worked on my paper. Then we wrapped the gift and took it with us: it was a peluche and some hangers for Marco's wall. That's it, and a nice card. Jeez. If you're not careful, you can lose entire days to forgetfulness.





The Metro stop is Begoña.












And here is a photo of the hospital, which is enormous. My aunt says that if you are going to have a baby in Madrid, La Paz is the place to do it.




What can we say? It was a beautiful thing to see Marco feeding at Yoli's breast when we walked into the room. And Yoli looked beautiful laying there with her baby on her chest. She says that childbirth, the pain in particular, is the huge secret that women keep ("el gran secreto que se guardan las mujeres") Daniel tells us that he alternately wept and felt guilty while Yoli was in labor.







Here is the happy mother and child, who went home with Papi and peluche yesterday.











After our visit we walked down the Castellana and waited for my parents to call us on our movil. That seems to be our Saturday routine, so far. After we talked to them we took the Metro to Tirso de Molina where we sat down and had a couple of beers and some bravas. We had planned to go to the Reina Sofia but our lust for life got the better of us. We can still see the Picasso exhibit next weekend, right?














We like Tirso de Molina and recommend it as an alternative to the Plaza Santa Ana which has now been overrun by tourists. It's now just like a little Plaza del Sol.


After enjoying our beers we walked home (again down the Castellana) as the sun set. The temperature, while still hot, is not quite as hot as it could be. Thank God. We dined on ensalada and embutido.