So I trailed off as the train from Cadiz pulled into Sevilla. It was about 10am, which meant that we had used up our time to rush back to the hostel and sleep. If we had gotten on the phantom 5:45am train, we'd have been back in time to shower AND nap for a good four hours before having to check out. Unfortunately, with our botched reading of the time tables to blame, we all cabbed back to the hostel, packed up and got outta there.
Our first move was to find some food, naturally, and boy did we ever find some food. We happened upon a glorious place that served food from all over and also had English speaking waiters. So, I chose Italy and Mexico(!) and got NACHOS, yeah baby, and some tomatoes with mozzerella (delish.) We sat in the sun recounting our night and basking in the gloriousness of it all, watching the horse drawn carriages going by, etc. Then, all of a sudden Cristin started to not feel well. Feeling well was a relative term, since none of us felt WELL, per se, but she felt pretty bad. This quickly moved to Cristin being unable to stand up and then about to pass out. We carted her across the cobblestoned streets to the steps of the cathedral (how appropriate) and laid her down, elevating her feet. After a few minutes she was fine, but it prompted us to pay our bill, say goodbye to Colin, Jenny and Suzy and move on.
Moving on meant buying some post cards and other memorabilia, hitting an ice cream shop and Starbucks, and then laying on the steps of the cathedral ourselves, homeless, until Meg came to collect us and take us to the airport. We hopped the bus to the airport quite early, falling asleep on the way, then arrived and found rows of empty seating on which to continue sleeping. After an hour or so, refreshed but by no means enthused, we checked in, blew through security, hit duty-free and got some lunch. Again. Olives, a pear, a banana, some nuts, you know, whatever. We played 20 question and other stupid games until we could go to our gate. Our flight was a little delayed, but we were so out of it that it didn't even matter. Once we were on the plane it took only an hour.
We landed in Madrid and I went to the first information desk I could find to request information about hostels nearby. At the start of our trip we had planned another all night extravaganza of partying, to save money on a hostel. Of course, we had not factored in all the in between nights of partying with no sleep, so we were idiots and ate our foolish words. We wanted sleep and we would pay anything for it. Eventually we secured a hostel that was nearby and would come and get us for free. Ten minutes later we were in a van. Twenty minutes later we were checking into Hostel Viki. Thirty minutes later we were in bed. Yesssss!
The next morning me and Meg got up at 10, showered (YES!!!) in the nicely heated and pressured shower, packed up and checked out. We met everyone else and we walked around until we found a small square with cafes. We chose one, got some sangria and went to town. Kidding. I didn't have any or I would have died. But, we had to pass the time from noon to 1:15 when they started serving lunch, so we did. Eventually we all ordered lunch, which was cheap and good. I have to say that I have no idea what the kind of meat was that they brought me, but I ate it all and loved it. Oh how adventurous I am...haha.
When 3pm rolled around, I had a sunburn, haha, and a sunglasses tan, but I was full, rested and happy. We got on the metro to head back to the airport, only one stop, checked in and got on our flight. We landed in Dublin to rain and cold, of course, having just missed the last train. Dammit. That meant we had to take a 4 hour BUS back to Galway, but we did. And we didn't complain. Much.
After getting to Galway, we cabbed back, said goobye I never want to see your faces again and went to bed. Haha. It was an excellent trip and I couldn't have asked for anything better. I loved it!
Coming soon: Dublin trip and RAG week
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