Sunday, the 29th
Dear readers, I hope to instill upon you a sense of trust. I ask that you trust me, for the next 4 months, the narrate the journey through Europe, namely Madrid, Spain. If you lack this trust, leave now.
For those who care, today sucked. I was on an airplane for 14 hours of the day…and US Airways, you suck so many dicks, your seats are tiny and leg room is minimal…this is me upset. Anyway, I’m over it, I am in Madrid now. After clearing customs, Mike and I got a taxi to the host family’s house, a nice apartment in downtown Madrid; sweeping views of the city…ya, you wish you were here…too bad.
I slept, Mike and Ryan roamed the streets. We hung out, ate dinner, took a walking tour of the city, and cruised out to the bars. LMU girls, you missed out, you should have come.
Whatever, we went to an Irish pub of all places…lots of drinks…then bed.
This post is short, it probably sucks in your mind…but you read this far, so I hope you read for the next 4 months. I am back in my house/apartment/room now, going to bed…Madrid is a cool place…I need to work on my Spanish…peace/paz.
