Adventures in Madrid Travel Log: Day 1

Boxing Day evening, 10:38pm, we head to the airport.

We get through security quickly and wait for 2 hours and 27 minutes before boarding our flight to Casablanca.

We are happy to be on vacation.

We are sad that we are still recovering from Christmas food poisoning due to frequent and extended power cuts.

A lady next to us asks us to watch her bag. We comply, we are friendly people.

She is gone a verrrrrrrrry long time.

Kari asks me if I think it might be a bomb. I look around to make sure she was not overheard by airport security, there is only a handsome young man. He is unconcerned. I tell her she shouldn't say that word in the airport.

The lady eventually comes back.

Our first flight is relatively short. At 3:30am the flight crew turns all the lights on and serves a hot breakfast. It is the logical thing to do at 3:30am.

Kari eats a mystery meat, even though her stomach is still settling after food poisoning. It's an adventure. This adventure reaps no negative consequences.

Our layover in Casablanca is 2 hours and 47 minutes. It is a much more pleasant stay than my last visit on my way to Dakar in August. Being here reminds me of my Kindle tragedy. Being here also affords me the opportunity to read my new Kindle.

Kari restrains me from buying a beautiful winter coat in Zahara...it is already cold in Morocco and we are Northbound.

Our second flight is even shorter. We arrive in Spain at 11:39am local time. We can see our breath.

After getting our luggage our first stop is McDonalds. Yum! I have the McPollo (aka McChicken) and even attempt to order in Spanish, much to the servers entertainment.

We settle in to wait for Amy and Megan’s flight to arrive from Frankfurt. After a few hours their flight has still not appeared on the arrivals board.

Kari panicks.

In the meantime there is a fight at an Air Iberia ticket counter. It almost comes to blows. The client's boyfriend has to restrain her from pouncing on the airline representative.

Security is called.

I eventually tear myself away from the excitement and ask about the Lufthansa flight from Frankfurt. We are in the wrong terminal.

We find the shuttle easily and arrive at the correct terminal to await the girls’ flight.

We wait another 2 hours and 26 minutes.

Once the girls arrive we figure out transportation to the apartment we are staying at.

We explore the apartment. It is very comfortable and modern.

We explore the neighbourhood. It is also 'comfortable' but not so modern.

We have tapas for supper at a little restaurant and Kari watches tennis. I eat the fish because no one else really likes it and I'll eat pretty much anything. Next time we will order tapas with no fish.


The server at the restaurant does not speak English but we understand everything he says. He even directs us to a nearby grocery store to pick up a few breakfast items.

We give him a generous tip for his help.

Back at the apartment I get ready for bed. The bed itself is not particularly comfortable, but the duvet and pillows are like a dream. Under the duvet has been the only time since arriving in Spain that I have been 100% warm.

I retire at at 11:14pm. I fall asleep quickly.