Well, boozie, I hafta say: Last time I stayed in Madrid, it was at a boarding house (er, "pensione") run by a lovely dwarf named Miguel. As a woman traveling alone, he figgered I needed protection and was very close and loving to me. Even bought me pizza upon arrival.
His daughter, and son-in-law, a real fun-loving couple, were very HAPPY drunks to begin with. There are some incriminating photos of moi-meme floating around somewhere... But, after I'd long taken to my bed, lemme tell ya! the shouting began, and the flying pots and pans, and... well you know how that goes.
Not the place for children under 18,,,,
Our European contingent is fast asleep at the moment. I'll expect some reasonable responses in the a.m.