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September 18th 2007

Published: September 19th 2007

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Antoinette and Morris

The Irish duo in Madrid. I forgot to post this before.

The weather is still nice, but the people here are extremely rude. They don't seem to remember that tourists are good for their economy. The switch to a service industry does not seem to be going well here.

I slept through most of the train ride, but Erin was up and down due to having an upset stomach. On arrival, we tried to contact Antoinette and Morris on Antoinette's mobile, but no response. So, we lost two Irish, but gained a Scotsman, as we hooked back up with David. Most of yesterday evening was spent searching for luggage, as David's suitcase broke, and Erin wanted to upgrade once again. She replaced her original bag in Amsterdam, and has now replaced that bag in Barcelona. A much cheaper solution would be to quit buying stuff!

We had dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe, which gives us Berlin, Amsterdam, Paris, Madrid, and Barcelona in our collection. David had never been to one before. We ended the evening by walking to the Mediterranean coast. Being on the coast gives Barcelona an awesome sea breeze.

On Tuesday we meant to get up at 7:00 or so, but Erin didn't set the alarm

Electronics graveyard

One of the better sites in Madrid.

clock properly. We finally left the hostel at around half 10:00, which I'm assured by David means 9:30. We went to La Sagrada Familia and stayed forever because we got separated. We then hopped on a tour bus and spent most of the day riding around. We made one stop, where we explored Park Guell. Erin loved it, but I didn't get into the groove so much. Of course, I didn't see the big deal of La Sagrada Familia either. To me, nothing tops Paris and Notre Dame.

The evening ended with another terrific experience in a Spanish train station. The lady at the ticket window needed information concerning trains in France. So, she accessed her computer to look them up, right? Wrong! We had to stand in a completely separate line for 15 minutes, get the train schedule for Marseilles, and then get back in the Spain line. They were out of first class tickets for Marseilles, so we can only get about half way there. We'll have to try for tickets for the rest of the way in France, because foreign train stations are apparently only given a limited number of seats.

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