“How far is it?” My wife whined.
“Not too long, my love”, I glanced nervously at the map on my mobile.
“Well, this sucks. Street after street of the same old shit.”
I didn’t take her bait.
“I hate this street”; we passed by the Royal Palace without giving it a glimpse.
“I hate this city”, Teatro Real went past, unacknowledged.
“I hate this country”, I didn’t bother to mention that we crossed Plaza de la Villa.
“I hate this useless honeymoon.”
“We are here”, I smiled, jabbing my thumb towards Chocolateria San Gines.
“I love you.”
She was hungry.