I went to the Madrid train station to catch a train to Barcelona on Monday afternoon, only to wait in line in an 88-degree, non-air-conditioned building for an hour and a half before finally paying for my ticket. Luckily, though, I didn´t get heat stroke, and I only smelled like a musty goat on my train, and not like a feces-coated rabid squirrel, which I´m sure would smell much worse. I got to the Barcelona train station on a brand-new, high-speed train, and had plenty of time to get to the airport.... but for the life of me, I could NOT
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