We made it. On time. I sat next to a Moroccan man and his 4 year old son who insisted on kicking in his sleep, which means I got ZERO shut eye. We got to Madrid yesterday and are leaving for Dublin today.

The first thing I noticed on our way from the airport to downtown Madrid was the graffiti. It covered the buildings lining the highways. Some of it looked artful, some of it not so much. Another thing that caught my attention was how many apartment buildings there are. I still haven't seen a house. Maybe I just haven't been to the right parts of Madrid. I should probably start taking pictures. It's just so much easier to keep the images in my head.

It doesn't matter how many years of Spanish I've taken, it's still awkward talking to people. It's only been a day, so I'm sure it will get easier, but I feel ridiculous at restaurants. A few people have tried to talk to me on the streets, so I say "no, gracias!" I still have no idea what they're asking...

One last thing: Spanish women are gorgeous! I might just meet Mrs. Leifeste here in Spain.. My mom wouldn't like that too much.

Alright we're off to Dublin. Hasta luego!