Spain adventure: Chapter one: Madrid!

Sorry it has been a while since I blogged. I was in Spain for eight days....not seven...and I was recovering for a couple days after that...all in all a fabulous trip, with a few slight setbacks and disappointments, but I survived!

Here it goes. We arrived at the Prague airport...we being Ben, Ben Jr., Dan, and myself....and right away waited in a three hour line to check in....no exaggeration. We boarded our Smart Wings plane 3 hours late and got into Madrid around 4 or 5. We found our Mad Hostel...good...and wondered around to grab some food. The next morning we got up ealry and headed out on the town...we took a Audio tour of the Royal Palace, and wondered around for a bit...then we headed out to make our journey to the bull fight in Villalba, Spain. Okay here we go. Villalba is 50 minutes outside of Madrid, so we hopped the wrong train and had to back track a little, so we got to Villalba about an hour and a half into our trip. We then proceeded to wonder around to try to find out how to get to the Plaza de Toros. We found a bus stop but no Plaza de toros...so I used the crappy Spanish skills that I still possess to pick up a guy that took us onto two different buses. He then told us to get off and wander down the street for a bit towards the Plaza de Toros. Ha! So we wandered down the street...haha...into some street vendors...no Plaza de toros. So again i used my spanish skills to ask a relatively civilized looking woman where the plaza was. She told us to cut throught the carnival...yes a carnival with rides and cotton candy...and vear off to the left. So we walked through the carnival, which was just random i might add, and headed to the left. Wait Wait..what is that...yes a Bull fighting arena...arena at this point meaning a painted plywood arena that stand probably only 15 feet tall and could be blown down by any Kansas wind. But we got there....3 hours later, and super excited we weren't too late! We got to sit in the front row..dont get too excited there were only like 4 or 5 rows...and we right in front of most of the action. We got to see 6 matadors and 6 bulls get killed. Only one of the matadors got hurt but not enought o stop fighting. I didnt mind teh gore...it wasnt too bad, and the guys and I enjoyed it all the same. So after two hours of watching a Spanish historical sport we heade back through the carnival, thought seriously about some cotton candy, and got back to Madrid about 3 time quicker than we got there. We were exhausted, and we had to catch a flight at 6 in the morning,...meaning we had to catch a taxi at 4 am. So we caught a taxi and got to the airport in plenty of time to catch our Vueling flight to Barcelona...a nice little Spanish airline...! From there the story continues...but it will have to be in another blog...soon I promise...and also dont miss my adventures in Barcelona...the for sure top that of Madrid! Talk to you soon!!