After a combined 17 hours in the airport and on the plane, I finally arrived in Madrid without too much trouble. After splitting with Mitch at the airport I took a taxi to the hostel where I am staying for the next two nights until my program officially begins. The taxi ride was interesting to say the least, considering that I have never ridden in a taxi before. The driver didn't have much to say but did ask where I was from. I told him that I was from the United States and he immediately asked whether I supported "McCain o Obama." I'm not sure if I gave the wrong response because he didn't say much after that. He dropped me off in front of the hostel, but the facade of the hostel is currently being remodeled so I walked up and down the street a few times before I found the correct address. Then I couldn't figure out how to use the elevator so I lugged my 58.5 pound suitcase up four flights of stairs before finally settling in my room. I've also noticed that people have a bit of difficulty understanding me and have been giving me dumbfounded looks when I speak, which was a little disconcerting at first especially because my Spanish is a little rusty, but I was told it is because I have a heavy American accent. I really hope that is the case. Later this evening Amanda and I are going to navigate La Plaza del Sol, one of Madrid's most famous areas, which is two blocks from our hostel.
More from Madrid later . . .
Jen
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