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Six years on and with meaningful employment, I was back. My word, how differently I felt this time around. This turned out to be a masterstroke as the location was smack bang in the middle of the must-see stuff the Prado Museum for the arty-farty folk and within rolling-home distance of La Latina for the foodies and winos. The hotel itself is officially a three-star place but was spacious, spotlessly clean and had a shower more powerful than a Ronaldo free kick. Quirky murals of wine and grapes grace both the private and communal areas. Eager to get stuck in to the Spanish cuisine, I booked on to a tapas and wine tasting tour for the first evening. In hindsight, this was a really good move too. By the end of the night and thanks to his expert foodie knowledge, we had our breakfasts, lunches and dinners planned out for the remainder of our stay. The tour visits five or six bars but begins in the Literacy Quarter where the bars are all old school. First on our hit list is Venencia, a year-old establishment. We are served two of the five or six types of sherry they sell and sip it. Jaime asks us to guess what the cured meat is served alongside it. The first is some rather agreeable tuna, the second a less-pleasant caviar, which similar to being smashed into a wave and accidently swallowing a gobful of concentrated salt water. Never fear, things get better. Sticking with the ocean theme, the next bar, El Lacon, dishes up a plate of shark, marinated in salt, pepper and paprika. By this time we had maps of the Spanish wine regions in our mitts and we are given a dry white from the Cava area to sup up with the shark. Another highlight is La Casa Del Abuelo, two tiny places specialising in gambas prawns. These guys have vermouth on tap and serve it over ice, in receptacles that resemble tall shot glasses. Vermouth, sweet white wine infused with herbs and spices, is popular in Madrid and popular with our taste buds. We are also pretty sozzled by now, but what luck! I ask Jaime how the bars decide which tapas to serve the punters — do they see which tipple you go for and match something to it? Apparently not. The following two days were chockablock with eating and boozing and trying to find ways of doing either or both of these things whilst taking in the city. Thankfully, live music venue La Riviera played host to Aussie band Tame Impala on the Saturday night, which allowed us to buy some cheap plonk and sit in the sun outside the venue with the crowds and then buy less than dainty litre cups of beer inside the palm tree infested venue. An audio tour of Las Ventas, the impressive looking Neo-Moorish style bull fighting ring is really worth doing. The place seats almost 24, folk and, unbelievably considering this modern, forward thinking society, it still gets packed out whenever a bull is about to be slain. Slightly more wholesome venues to visit are the two football stadiums home to Real and Athletico Madrid. It might well be tempting to make the trip up to the north of the city to visit the Bernabeu and forget about the Vicente Calderon stadium but a little compare and contrast makes for interesting conversation. The whole operation at the former is clinical and hugely corporate with a high tech, interactive museum. You get the feeling this is another stream of income and they herd visitors through like cattle. The latter, however, is low key. There are real-life human guides at Athletico and the idea of this being a family club prevails. To sweat out a bit of the cured meat, we embark on an easy going three hour bike tour of the city with Mad Bikes. Starting off at the vast and beautiful RetiroPark we bumble along, chatting and picking our way through the occasional busy patch. We get a good look at the old town; we ogle the Egyptian temple and the Almudema cathedral, and before stopping off for refreshments, we pass the Prado and the Royal Palace. Fun and thrilling, smart and sophisticated, this time round, Madrid was a delight. She regularly writes for The London Word on all things food and booze related. A former Bangkok dweller and features writer at Thai glossy, Traversing the Orient, she considers herself an expert on eating oriental cuisine. Rome Cavalieri, part of the prestigious Waldorf Astoria Group, is nestled in 15 acres of lush Mediterranean park, sitting on the peak of Monte Mario, known locally as the heart of Rome. It was the summer I graduated, I was twenty-one and me and my group of gal pals tagged it on the end of a honey rum-swigging, cheap, paella-munching trip to music festival Benicassim. Amy McNichol tells you where to spend your euros in the Spanish capital Six years on and with meaningful employment, I was back. Previous article Highbrow Makeup. Next article Winery Finery.