Had a good time at the dance club. It was still packed when I left right before 6. Walked home and noticed the streets were all wet. Thought a shower must have come through. But then caught up with a guy carrying a high pressure hose behind a water truck washing everything down.

Stopped at a pastry shop and had eggs for breakfast along with the thickest cup of hot chocolate, really a chocolate pudding, while watching the sun come up.

Madrid is on its own time. All the restaurants are packed at midnight and stay open till 2. And now at 9 you’d think it was 6 am.