Seeking a Siesta: Spain with a Child

“Beaniss BeeUs,” says my five-year-old as he passes a hotel staff member who is opening the door for us. The man who works at the new Urban Hotel in Madrid giggled and ruffled William’s hair, replying “Buenos Dias.”

We decided to tag along with daddy as he had work in Madrid and it was a May bank holiday in England. What that meant, however, is that my son and I would be on our own while my husband conducted interviews and attended meetings. While it was a bit tricky at times—as I don’t speak Spanish and many people in Spain don’t speak English—in the end, it was an experience that I wouldn’t trade. I will, however, be more prepared next time I travel in Spain for how hard it is to get my son to sleep. I am still, four days later, trying to get him back on schedule and not thinking he can stay up until 10 p.m.—but I’ll tell you more about that later.

Our short journey began at the ultra posh Urban Hotel on Carrera De San Jeronimo in the city center of Madrid. Romantic, baroque architecture surrounded us, including the Metropolis building and the Congress as William and I took our ten minute walk (five for an adult) to the Museo del Prado, a must-see museum in Spain. As any parent of a young child knows, going to a museum that doesn’t include water tables or dinosaur bones takes a lot of patience. Since I knew I had a limited window for William’s attention span, I had to breeze past the Goyas (scary faces) and prepare for the questions that Tintoretto’s gorgeous 14th century paintings would elicit—such as: “Why didn’t Christ just save himself?” and “If he’s with God right now, how is he here too?” and “Why is it such a big deal he washed someone’s foot?”

We did see enough Spanish paintings such as those from Velasquez and others, many with gallant soldiers on top of horses and others with matadors and bulls that kept his attention a bit longer—but oh, try to explain those bull fights! Sigh. You get the idea. Taking a preschooler to a museum such as this doesn’t exactly let mommy enjoy the art, but I tried to point out vibrant colors and talk about what the scene evoked anyway. I gave it a shot. But after forty-five minutes, he had had enough.

“Get me OUT of here!” he yells as he searches frantically for an exit. The Prado is designed to keep visitors viewing art and I admit it’s a bit tricky finding the way out.

After a frantic ten minute search, we found our way to the café where we ate tapas and drank lemonade for a treat.


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Another must-see in Madrid is the Botanical Gardens, where we went after the Prado, as it is literally located behind it through an iron gate.