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Remember to ask us about the rain. I swear it never stopped. Madrid was by far the most city with stories to follow. If you get the chance ask us about Vueling and Iberia airlines... especially getting out of Madrid. They didn't want us to get on the plane. Our hotel was about a 2 minute walk from prostitute alley. Don't ask how.
More like why. Mom, dad and Ashton met us in Madrid on Thanksgiving day. It was great having more familiar faces around us... especially considering that we didn't have very good luck with anyone speaking English. At least they pretended not to be able to. Our very rough Spanish turned out to be very handy down the road.
We did manage to almost get ourselves kicked out of a resturant (the one pictured here... Lizarrian)... they obviously didn't get it that we didn't want the food they brought out. Merely a language barrier. Tell that to the waitress that almost threw the plate of chicken at Ashton. Great start to our trip in Madrid!
We ate great food... tapas and sangria were the best to be had. Cheap leather shoes and purses, a must have. Madrid's metro station was the nicest thus far and very much like the one in London. By the time David and I are home we should be ready for the light rail in Denver!
We had a great time with the family. I don't know that we'll venture back to Madrid, but at least we have a stamp on our passport!