Madrid

Breakfast in Paris, and tapas in Madrid - all in a day. We planned to catch a taxi from Madrid airport to the hotel only to find that the taxis were on strike. We jumped on one of those airport buses and headed into the city. We took a punt and managed to get off at the right bus stop. We then walked in the 29 degree heat only to find that we had gone to the wrong (sister) hotel so we had to back track. Picture this  - it is hot, we had missed lunch (flew easyJet), no water (although both Trish and Michael tried to smuggle their water bottles out of  France but without success - you would have thought the other two would know the rules by now!), I was parched and  I didn't have suitable footwear on for traipsing around the streets, so found myself dragging the chain (and suitcase) behind the other three (everyone who knows Trish knows how fast she walks and the boys were walking at the same pace). I was very thankful to finally reach our destination.

Within 15 minutes of getting to our room we were up the road to the nearest bar. Here we quenched our thirst on alcohol, and satisfied our hunger with delicious tapas, all while Trish had us in stitches quoting out of her Spanish phrase book.