Since this was the perfect opportunity to immerse myself in some French, I was up bright and early to go to Madrid's Museo del Aire (Museum of the Spanish Airforce) with Gregorio and the two French men on Saturday. The wives went shopping in Getafe.
Saturday was our coldest day yet, probably due to the chilling wind. (I'd like to note that it was actually cold out - unlike earlier last week when I complained that the madrileños should stop complaining about the cold)
So of course, the museum was part outdoors, part "indoors" in cold warehouse/sheds where the doors were for whatever reason kept open all day.
Here's a bird's eye view of the museum, where you can see both the aircrafts that were outside, and the giant un-insulated sheds.
|Bird's eye view of the Museo del aire|
Photo credit: http://www.ejercitodelaire.mde.es/
Gregorio and his friends were all very into this type of thing. They would point and discuss the inner workings of whatever craft or specimen was in front of them. Spaniards love to use their hands when they talk, and he actually got told firmly at least three times that day, "No se puede tocar!" (No touching!) by the museum workers.
|¡No se puede tocar!|
Here's a clip to give you an idea of what this was like in French. (There's even a "No se puede tocar" at the end, which up until now I hadn't realized that I'd caught on film!)
I can't say I was quite as passionate as they were about the museum's contents, but I found other details that were interesting to me:
|Creepy mannequin holding his legs out straight|
|Playing quidditch, perhaps?|
|Neat calculating devices|
|Reminder painted on the aircraft. Close-up is below:|
|Reminder up-close reads: ¿Está cerrado el depósito?|
|Can you tell how cold I am?|
When our museum visit ended, we went back to their hotel to meet up with the wives. We went out for tapas and drinks until about 6pm, and later met up at 9.30 for a dinner of tapas and raciones at Rincón de Jaén.
I learned that his childhood friend's sister has a Spanish mother, a Portuguese father, and grew up and lives in Paris; so she speaks Spanish, Portuguese, French, English, Italian, and some Polish. Wow.
It was great to listen to French all day, though it will take many consecutive days of French in order to actually boost my level. Someone needs to go to France...