My roommates and I wandered out of the Prado Museum with sore feet but decided we should walk up the steps of an ancient looking cathedral. We opened the doors and walked in with cameras and eyes pointed towards the high ceiling, taking pictures of all paintings and elaborately decorated walls. While I was taking pictures, I heard a large group of people stand up, so I glanced down from the ceiling and noticed two people standing in the middle of the church aisle. The woman was wearing a white veil and dress… We silently ran out of the church and waited for the satisfying “click” of the doors before we burst into rib splitting laughter.
“I can’t believe we just walked in on a wedding!” I said, as we jogged down the red-carpet-lined stairs that dead ended into a Rolls Royce. Noticing both of these clues, we laughed harder as we strolled down the streets of Madrid, racing sundown to find a place to eat.