Madrid

From Granada we headed to Madrid on the bus.  One of the girls Brigid was having a hard time.  She knocked over one of the beer bottles the night before and accidentally smashed it on the ground.  She cleaned it up, but managed to get glass in her foot in the process.  Then she kicked the bed leg during the night when it was dark, and hurt her toe (a week later she got it checked out, turns out it was broken).  Then during our travels the next day she managed to get a splinter in her hand.  And finally on the metro as we were making our way to our apartment in Madrid, she got pick pocketed and lost 20 euro.

When we arrived at our apartment, we were not impressed.  It was over 30 degrees, we were hot, and there was no air conditioning, not even a fan.  The place was very very small, the internet did not work properly.  The washing machine didn't work, and neither did the TV.  I called the owner and complained about the washing machine - he came and gave us a key to another apartment down the hall so we could use that washing machine.  And with the TV he came with a new decoder.  He did not look nor attempt to try and fix either - he knew they were not working and probably though we would not complain.  He said he would find us a fan - and then conveniently did not return.

The next day we caught the train to check out Toledo - an old medieval village in Spain. It is a UNESCO world heritage site as well.  That evening we went on a pub crawl in Madrid.  It was a Monday night so there was no pub crawl, so instead we just wandered around the bars and made our own pub crawl.

The next day was a slow one, we slept in and then in the late afternoon -when it got a bit cooler, we did a bit of shopping.

From Madrid we headed to Valencia as a stopover en route to Ibiza.