We caught a ride to the Brussels airport with our friend Tinja, who was flying out the night before we were. The first thing she said to me when I got in the car was ‘You should put on your seatbelt; it is well suited to my driving style’. Her driving ‘style’ was scary.
After making it to the Brussels airport alive, thankfully, Liseanne and I decided not to book a hostel for the night. We couldn’t find anything under 50 Euros so we decided to sleep in the airport.
It was not a good idea. I’m going to leave it at that.
The next morning, looking haggard, we boarded our flight to Madrid!
I slept all the way there, and we found our hostel quite easily after we got there. It was in this beautiful building right in the center, with a black metal cage elevator, which was very cool. In Madrid we went to the Reina Sofía Museum and then went shopping! We found a really cute little market in a park beside our hostel, so we spent quite a bit of time there browsing through the stalls.
Madrid has terrible postcards by the way, so no one is getting a postcard from there.
We spent the day in a huge park in the middle of the city.
We took a night bus from Madrid to Barcelona, which we thought was a brilliant idea to save money on a hostel and transportation!
It was not a good idea either. Liseanne and I had a discussion the morning after we arrived in Barcelona, as we sat in a cafe, waiting to check into our hostel. Whoever said money doesn’t buy happiness has not attempted to sleep in an airport or on a bus in Spain. Lesson learned, we should have dished out for a flight.