Last night Andie and I took what is called the Hoteltrain out of Paris to the city of Madrid in Spain. It took about 14 hours, but it was ok because we each basically got our own lazy-boy to sleep in. I was amazed at the countryside as we passed it this morning. I felt as though i was drivng through a movie set in central california, with the small dusty towns and the single slouching church standing tall above the rest of the city. Anyway, we got to Madrid and found a hostel at the tourist center of the train station. Its small and run by a young pregnant woman who keeps the place unscrupulously clean. The shower was wonderful.
Its funny, although its been 4 years since i spoke spanish on a regular basis, i can still understand most of what is said to me. though i do know the people are probably speaking the most elementary of Spanish because i am a blonde blue eyed american, it still makes me happy. Poor Andie is expected to speak Spanish because of her sur name Garcia, though she really speaks very little. It dissapointed one woman who was trying to help us out this morning when she asked "¿me entiendes?" and andie did not respond.
We plan to spend a couple days here, then head to toledo, granada, and seville before we go off to Barcelona to finish this 3 month adventure.
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