Museo Reina Sofía in Madrid, Spain.

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Visiting the museums in Madrid, Spain.

I don’t tend to go to every museum when I get to a place. I’d get worn out and, quite frankly, there are only so many ancient urns a girl can look at in one lifetime.

But I ended up going to a lot of museums while in Madrid.

I did Museo del Prado, probably the most famous museum in Madrid, on Tuesday.

Museo del Prado in Madrid, Spain.

It was a big museum and took me a few hours to get through. There were a whole lot of paintings. I always laugh at some of the things that make it to these museums. Like a sculpture of a man biting a woman’s nipple. Am I the only one who notices these things?

Afterwards I went to the Thyssen-Bornemisza Museum. I honestly had no idea what it was, but I saw it on my map and had nothing else to do.

Thyssen-Bornemisza Museum in Madrid, Spain.

It turned out to be a great little art museum that took you through older art into more contemporary. There was everything from Monet to Lichstenstein.

The next day I ended up going to the Museum of the Americas with a girl in my hostel.

Museum of the Americas in Madrid, Spain.

It was a little further out…near the hospital (more on that one later)… but had lots of old south and central American artifacts. I particularly liked the collections of old nose rings 🙂

But my favorite was the Museo Reina Sofía. Because we all know I’m into contemporary art.

Museo Reina Sofía in Madrid, Spain.

Museo Reina Sofía in Madrid, Spain.

Museo Reina Sofía in Madrid, Spain.

There was a lot of weird phallic sofas and glow in the dark rooms and sex movies and light installations and Dali and Miro and all that jazz. And it was pretty awesome.

After that I headed to the Palace. Which I guess isn’t a museum. But it’s old and has lots of rooms. And a pool table. But they wouldn’t let you take photos.

Museo Reina Sofía in Madrid, Spain.

Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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