A foodie’s guide around Madrid
After a turbulent start (and not just in the air), myself and Caitlin (not a joke) landed in Madrid to a government alert ping informing us of a flood threat, and asking us to remain indoors. What occurred next was a mild panic, and an amateur recreation of The Devil Wears Prada, us echoing the notorious Miranda Priestly standing in a stormy window re-arranging plans.