Denver (Boulder) and Some Local Updates

This week I was in Denver – OK actually in the middle of nowhere half way between Denver and Boulder. I was there for our sales conference, much like Lisbon, where I had to give a session. All in all not much to say really – the highlight was an evening in Boulder, which seems like a great little city.

Where I live, near Waterloo Station is not really the best area for “general living” – there’s not a lot of grocery stores or that sort of thing near by. The closest thing I have to a neighborhood street is a place called Lower Marsh, over on the other side of the train station. Because of the way the station is situated, and as a result of some other very large buildings, it’s not that easy to get over to Lower Marsh. That was, until I discovered a tunnel that goes under the station, with an entrance across the street from my building. It was great, very convenient – until a couple of weeks ago when I went to use it, and it was all boarded up. I didn’t think anything of it – figured they were doing to maintenance work or something.

On Monday (which was a bank (stat) holiday here in the UK), before I headed to the airport, I needed to swing by a store on Lower Marsh. I headed over to walk the long way around, and noticed this huge crowd of people milling about, near the entry to my tunnel. I was puzzled, but didn’t think much of it. I went over to the store, but on my way back curiosity got the better of me, so I joined the crowd long enough to ask a security guy about what was going on. Seems they had set-up some sort of art exhibit in the tunnel, and this was a queue to check it out. From the street, it didn’t look that organized, but from my apartment window (which I hadn’t noticed earlier), there it was – this monster queue to enter the tunnel. I’m not one for queues, and I had to get to the airport anyway, so I didn’t think any more on it.

Today, after getting back from the airport I noticed that the tunnel was open again, so I thought I would check it out. I am glad I didn’t wait in the queue to get in, but damn is it ever cool! It seems that they opened the tunnel to graffiti artists to do their thing – and to great effect. There are some really cool things that they’ve done – I’ll try and go back and snap some pictures. The best is along a stretch of the sidewalk, where someone has painted a huge (50’+) model race car track that spells out something – you can pick out words like “boys” and “their toys”, but I couldn’t make out the whole thing. Very, very cool.

Madrid, Spain

I had to be in Madrid for meeting on Monday and Tuesday, so I booked my flight to Madrid for first thing Sunday morning. I figured this would give me a bit of time to at least check out Madrid for the day. By the time I got to the hotel, it was just after noon. I got settled, and decided to head out. The hotel was not very well located this time – in the northern part of the city – so I needed to make my downtown. As it turned out, I had shown up in the middle of the Madrid Marathon, so my only choice for getting downtown (they had the roads shut down) was the Metro. As with most European cities, the Metro was fast, clean and efficient, and I was downtown by 1:00. 

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 Palacio de Comunicaciones

Statue on the boulevard of the Paseo del Prado

Boulevard on the Paseo del Prado

 The Metro dropped me off outside this massive park in the middle of the city. I was going to check it out, but noticed that the marathon was ending in the park, so I figured I’d wait until later in the day to stroll. I walked along the edge of the park, towards the central avenue (Paseo del Prado) running through downtown. I had been so impressed by Lisbon, with its wide central street with its grand boulevard, but Madrid puts it to shame! The Paseo del Prado is a big street – three lanes each direction, but what makes it so amazing is the huge boulevard that runs down the center of it. There are multiple walking paths, benches, gardens and huge fountains, all in the middle of the main street through Madrid. 

Puerta de Alcala

Los Jeronimos

Night show, random building

I spent a couple of hours touring one of Madrid’s famed galleries – the Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza. I only had time for one, so I chose the Thyssen-Bornemisza over the Museo del Prado, on the recommendation of Mark and Rachel. I think it ended up being a good decision. The gallery is a good size – not overwhelming, and has an excellent collection of art from the 1600s to contemporary. It has a nice impressionist section, and surprisingly, a fairly extensive collection of American art. It was a nice couple of hours strolling.

After that, I wandered out into the old town, just to wander around and check things out. I was looking for someplace to get some lunch, and wandered through a number of small squares, all laid out with tables. It was such a beautiful day, that everything was jam packed, and I couldn’t find a seat at a table anywhere. Finally I gave up and had lunch inside, at a small restaurant on the edge of one of the squares. During my wandering, I had noticed the Jardin Botanico (Botanical Gardens), and since it was such an amazing day, thought I’d spend some time having a look around. They were very nice – well laid out, but the highlight for me was a collection of bonsai trees. They were fantastic – in some cases, whole forests laid out in miniature.

Square in central Madrid;

After the botanical garden, I wandered into the Parque del Buen Retiro, the huge park in the center of the city. Wow… This park is unreal – it’s unlike any I’ve ever seen. While most city parks are designed or laid out, this one takes that concept to a whole new level. Every square meter of the park seems to have been designed and laid out to maximum effect. There are wonderful paths that wind through the park; huge fountains and statues that you come upon at every turn; a huge formal rose garden; areas where the trees are dense, giving you the feel of a forest; huge, formally laid out flower gardens; a Crystal Palace, and the center piece of it all, a huge lake right in the middle.

I spent the better part of three plus hours wandering the park. I strolled pretty leisurely, stopping here and there to people-watch, or hang out on a bench. There is a great patio, with chairs and tables set out on the edge of the lake, where I stopped for a couple of drinks, and to enjoy the sunshine. It was creeping up to 30 degrees, and I was enjoying it completely! 

I was meeting up with Callum again, and somewhere around 7 pm he got in touch with me and we met up for dinner. It was such a beautiful night that we wandered for another couple of hours before ending up in a tapas restaurant, with outdoor seating in the older section of town. As had become the norm for me, this lasted from 9:30ish until after midnight. It was an amazing, warm summer-like evening, so there was no point in rushing!

Musing from the UK

Tonight I went looking for a dry cleaner. I didn’t find one, but sometimes when you think you’re looking for one thing, you find other things that are infinitely more interesting. Tonight was like that.

I headed in a different direction than I would normally go. It started poorly – I experienced London road work up close and in person – but I soon discovered that even here, in the densest areas of this huge city, a little bit of wild still remains. As I walked down a darkened side street to escape from the road work, I noticed a small park to my right. And there, from the bushes that designated the park’s boundaries came a fox. He was very cautious, and when he first noticed me he headed back for the safety of the park. I continued down the street a ways, and waited in the shadows. Sure enough, a few minutes later the fox came back out of the park, crossed the street and continued on with his nightly foraging. It’s amazing how life continues to evolve and adapt.

Later that evening, as my wandering brought me back home, I stopped at a bench on the Thames Walk on the South Bank. It was a beautiful, clear night, illuminated by an almost-full moon, the lights of the London Eye overhead, and the Houses of Parliament across the water. As I sat back and enjoyed the evening, I was enthralled by the sounds of the city: the rumble of the Underground trains as they crossed the bridge; the muffled roar of planes as they approached the various airports; the murmur of people as they passed on the South Bank and the ever-present background noise of the city’s traffic. 

As I sat there, taking it all in, it was with a sense of contentment that I headed back to my flat, calling it a day. I never did find that dry cleaner.