It’s day three in Madrid (aka part two of my solo Madrid trip), and I finally got it together with a real itinerary—because time is of the essence when you’re traveling solo and you’re trying to actually do the things you came for. I start with brunch (eggs benedict + a pistachio latte that genuinely shocked me it was so good), then I head straight to the Museo Reina Sofía because I wasn’t leaving Madrid without seeing Guernica again. I talk you through what it feels like to walk into that room, why going right when the museum opens is a non-negotiable, and how the entire building—and the art—just hits differently when it’s quiet. After a much-needed two-hour nap (new lease on life), I take you to Malasaña for vintage shopping, matcha, and a sandwich that basically saved my life (mortadella on focaccia with pistachio… insane). I’m honest about the neighborhood vibe—very “Williamsburg,” including a truly annoying Scuffers experience—while also sharing why I still love Spanish brands so much. The end of the vlog gets real: the pressure I put on myself to “go out” for content vs. honoring how I actually feel, why a hotel room with a view matters when you’re solo, and why Madrid will always be a city I come back to—magnificent, elite, and impossible to replicate.