Yes, this blog post is being written in Madrid - we have arrived in Spain. Seems those serene, silent days at sea have been replaced with the magic of Madrid. The travel gods have been good to us this trip - better than the techno gods.
I lost the ability to enter the blog our last day at sea and the wi-fi connection in our Madrid apartment doesn't recognize our little computer . . .or vice versa. I have plenty of ship stories yet to tell so will intermix them with tales of Spain - now that we have found Starbucks and Internet access again!
Just to start our Spanish tales, I will begin with:
Running the Red Light
You see had our taxi driver in Barcelona not run the last red light we hit between the port and the train station we would have missed our train to Madrid. And we are not the type to go racing through train stations (it isn't a pretty thing like in the movies) but there we were loaded with bags, juggling and stumbling our way through security checks, down escalators, past tickets booths and thanks to the driver running the light we made the train with a minute to spare. One minute after we reached our seats, the train whistle blew.
There was a problem again at the port we learned causing our departure to be delayed from the ship (those silly Spanish are cutting their noses off to spite their faces with the slow-downs they are having) anyway we had allowed ourselves two hours between getting off the ship and getting to the nearby train station.
Actual time: Got in taxi at 10:38 still beside the ship (we waited in line nearly an hour for a taxi) at 10:45 I announced from the backseat that we would miss our 11 a.m. train. That seemed to spark the driver - he raced through the last red light; we paid as he drove, and at 10:48 we clumsily threw ourselves into the train car. At 10:59 the whistle blew and at 11 the train started.
Not the way we like to travel. . .but here we are in Madrid. More soon about this wonderful town.