We all agree that hundreds of hours of television make a 17 hour journey unusually tolerable. The best flight we could find, for the best price, took us from Portland to Vancouver B.C and then on to Toronto before crossing the Atlantic and landing in Madrid. None of us slept.
The next morning we arrived in Madrid. Amanda´s Spanish was excellent as she negotiated our taxi trip into the city. I even chimed in when the driver put Frank Sinatra on the radio. "Me gusta Frank Sinatra", I said from the back seat. We were off and running.
-Gregory
About Me
- Madrid 2009
- We are spending the summer in Spain and hoping that this simple blog will keep our friends and family informed about our activities. Of course, if you want to follow this in chronological order, you have to start at the bottom of the blog. Also, by clicking on any of the blog photos you should be taken to a Flickr page with additional images of our trip.
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