Last August, my brother and I made a very spontaneous decision to chase La Vuelta, Spain’s pro cycling tour. 8 days out from an international trip means insane airfare, but we were determined to go. In order to make that happen without exhausting our coins, we booked a flight from D.C. with a layover in Madrid. Our parents were flying in two days later so we could all train southbound together, giving Bro and me 24 hours to zip our way through the city.
Without an itinerary, a standard practice I enjoy when travelling solo, we were game for whatever the city’s energy shared.