Arriving in Spain

After a total of 7 days working since my arrival it was time for a well earned break! Why wait 10 weeks for a holiday?

Headed off to Madrid with Mum and Dad. We were expecting Emily to meet us at the airport on her return from Morroco. Before we even left Luton there was a phone call with a plea for money. Why, I hear you asking? Well, younger sister has well and truly perfected the art of missing Easy Jet flights. Oh, and managing not to have access to any money in a crisis.

Our flight was delayed leaving Luton. Remembering Em's advice about ALWAYS carrying peanut M&M's I armed myself with snacks and drinks. We found seats together on the plane. Then discovered that we had to wait on the tarmac for perhaps an hour. Something about customs officials paying a visit and then requiring clearance to land on arrival at Madrid. So, out came my sandwich. I enjoyed a little picnic before the flight even departed.

We found our way through the terminals at Madrid. Collected our bags and just walked off to the metro. No customs checks, no stamps in our passport. I guess all people arriving from England are trustworthy so why waste time on unnecessary paper work! With no problems we negotiated our way on the metro to Sol. Found a taxi which did a lap or two round the block, asked 2 policemen for directions and dropped us off at our hotel. Emily kindly booked a place on the street in Madrid famous for its prostitutes.