Booking that ticket to Spain always felt right to me; I mean the flight was dodgy and two fools were breaking into a mouth fight that the attendants had to break up but upon landing in Madrid I was feeling really positive. Some natives helped me navigate the train system, I felt like I could achieve wonders with my anorexic Spanish (I did not achieve many wonders with said anorexic Spanish) and the hostel I'd chosen was just beautiful. If I could voice only one criticism though, and this is about MYSELF, four days in the city was just too long for me.
'Progress can only be achieved when we think big, it is only possible to advance when we look into the distance.' - Jose Ortega y Gasset
Kicking things off, here's a statue of a big green frog. I'll just let that sink in then, eh?
Having stared at the postcard for the past few weeks, it gave me the inspiration for what to blog about next. U Hostel, muchas gracias. Estas palabras son para usted.