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We left Málaga this morning and took the high speed train to Madrid. The only seats available were first class which were much better. We walked around the Manasaña neighborhood and got lunch at a Greek tapas restaurant called Dionisos, then went to Parque del Retiro to read, and Kelly and mike went running. For dinner we went to Le Petrón, a French/Spanish ...
... in the heat, so we didn't feel like we had missed out. And unfortunately it's the same story...our feet are buggered! Especially mine, and I am a little concerned that my Achilles might end up being a major problem. I really need to get some better cushioned walking sandals. When I think about it we have walked and walked and walked over the last 8 weeks and I think it's catching up with us.
Well we had a lovely morning and I had ...
... our lunch. We taught the same students as that morning for the same rate but from 2:00PM to 9:00PM (7 hours). From this session we earned 1,400 Euros. At that time we dismissed our students. We then cleaned up our room and ate the extra food be bought from the food vendor at lunch. When we finished it was 10:00PM. At that time we were tired so we decided to go to ...
... caused a bit of a ruckus coz we walked in and went straight to the outside area to sit - there were plenty of tables - but apparently there was a line up as we walked in but only Binna saw it but just followed us anyway. There was a bit of Walkie talkie action between the front and outside area but then a luvly waitress, Jasmine, showed up and it was all good. Had a good meal then back to hotel for our last sleep in ...
... I continued random wandering through the never-ending maze of streets and lane ways. Once refreshed, we reconnected and headed for a late arvo drink in one of the thousands of street-side bars that appear everywhere. No sooner than we sat, than a elder and wandering guitar player pulled his guitar from his well worn case and started what I took as a mournful song of lament adding to the sensory-ambiance of the scene we were in. With the song finished, he wandered by the ...