Dolce Vita:
Dance Dance Dance!
Dance Dance Dance!
The Marchar 
Café Futból:
Crepes, chocolate and churros, and gelato!
Amazing churros and chocolate.
Gelato. . .fabulous.
Bodegas Castañeda:
Tinto de verano, Salmon and caviar, Iberico ham, olives.
Even the dead bull's head didn't curb our appetite.
We weren't just squishing together for a picture. Bodegas Castañeda was packed , and it took us about fifteen minutes to get a "spot," where we stood to shovel down some amazing tapas . . .
Jamón ibérico (a richer type of ham, from pigs that live off of a diet of acorns, acorns, and more acorns) on fresh baguette. Other tapas: salmon, caviar, and parmesan on baguette.
Jamón serrano. What Spain is known for. You insult their ham, you insult their country. The garlic too. Which is why, when Victoria Beckham (after living in Spain with her husband) announced that she didn't like Madrid because it smelled like garlic, and that she doesn't like ham. . .well, lets just say Spain doesn't like her either. 
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