Eurostar Gran Madrid Alcobendas

... n el iberoamericano que nos contó que había sido asesor / conductor de Felipe González en los 80 y 90 y que Felipe y Antonio Banderas habían intentado (junto con él, claro) montar una especie de imperio Iberoamericano!!!!.... comorrrll??? :O Podríamos seguir con el "homeless" que fue rescatado por una familia, y que ahora es pediatra y en sus ratos libres se dedica a "recaudar dinero para los niños pobres".... Pero no es cuestión de aburrir al personal ...

... Kelli! So, as you guessed it, I slept like a baby for the duration of the flight. I had exit row so I was comfortable, or at least as comfortable as I could be! Then the captain over the load speaker..."as we prepare for our landing in España..." - yayyy! I slept through the entire 8 hours! But, with that came the fact that I missed out on all of my meals, and I was ravenous! I got off the plane into ...

... you. And, we are assured, they keep you warmer than a long wool coat on those nasty winter days. Now that's cozy. Dick and I had time for just one more stop before we had to return to our hotel and head to our airport hotel. His nose lead us to a very old wine shop called Madrueno (tilde on that n, please), especialidad en vinos nacionales. For over 100 years they have been specializing in Spanish wines. A ...

... spent all trip, those backpacks are sure getting heavy! The next day was Jacks Formula 1 race, so he went to that early in the morning. It sounded like a awesome time when he got back and met up with us he was going crazy with joy, yea you could say he was pretty excited. After a high speed train that went just over 300 km which is about 180 mph for you Americans ha, were learning over here too, and Spanish is coming in handy now, for the ...

... found ourselves back at the queue where we had turned around. They were there to hear the pairing of the matador with a toro (bull) for the afternoons fights. In the museum there were swords, capes and matador costumes complete with blood stains from famous fights and matadors. The heads of brave bulls and bulls that killed their matador were hanging on the walls above art representing bullfighting and its traditions. The curator of the museum told ...

... the thick clouds of flies they brought with them were far less welcome. We were forced to cut lunch short as they lingered about us. A canyon through a low mountain range took us from the world's biggest vineyard region in La Mancha to its largest olive groves around Jaen in Andalusia. From there it was just a short distance through the hills and past white mountainside villages surrounded by olive groves to Granada.

... a really different way, because this is really chewy, and doesn't taste like onions." I took a bite of mine, and realized, with a mix of consternation and amusement, that Radha had tasted, for the first time, fried calamari. It wasn't on purpose, Radha, I swear! :-) 3) Tuesday, April 3: last day of training!!! A few technical glitches, some cold sweat and hard work and urgent phone calls along the way, but all in all, things worked out reasonably well. Of course, all ...

... we went upside down... twice. The Spanish sun fried our energy and our skin as Clark led us on the obligatory cultural excursion known as Goya's tomb. For Adrienne and I, this mini museum represented the first artistic attraction in over a month of traveling Europe(the price was right, $0). As Chad repeated his sole Spanish word, cana, over and over again, we fulfilled his needs with a beer here a beer there and then another beer in the hostel room after finding the only seats with ...

This morning I woke up at 11-ish which meant that I got loads of sleep and will be well rested for my journey to Italy today. A few minutes after me, Elena rose from her well deserved snooze. She was going to go home to her parents but apparently completely forgot. Opps. We had breakfast together and I even got to introduce her to the wonderful world of Cherimoya. Well, she didn't like it as much as me and I pretty much ate my last cherimoya ...

¡Hola Guapos! Things are going very well. I am getting to the point where I am understanding my classes (except the one that is conducted in Catalán half of the time), I have not been run down by a moto, I still have my wallet, and the ladies working in the grocery store are finally recognizing my existence! Barcelona still has its downsides that I don´t think I will ever get used to. For example, I am still not ...