Madrid Sept 17

I’m sitting here in the Madrid train station, waiting for my train to San Sebastien. It leaves at 4pm and right now it’s almost noon. Awesome. At least I have time to charge my laptop and my iPod and fiddle with my phone a little bit. I can’t get the phone to wok the way the directions say it’s supposed to. Dammit. Why can’t all the countries just do the same thing? I’m also wondering if I turned off my other phone before I left San Diego.

I’m exhausted. I tried to sleep on the plane, but you know how that goes. Some winks here and there, but nothing substantial. I’ve been trying to practice my Spanish since I got here, and so far, I’ve been mostly successful. Granted, travel vocabulary is usually the first thing you learn, but still, I’m pretty proud of myself.

Anyway, here I am, sitting on the marble floor because there are no outlets near the seats, listening to one of those little rides for kids play a song every 2 minutes. There it goes again. I saw a sign for a bowling alley upstairs, which would be fun if I didn’t have all this crap with me but did have someone to bowl with. I guess that’s my least favorite part of travelling. I’m always alone. I think I’ve been on 2 trips with another person since I became an adult, which is pretty sad when you think about it. It seems like most people travel in pairs, especially on these international trips. I just wish I had someone to watch my stuff while I went to the bathroom or got a sandwich.

So there was a guy in the Atlanta airport who made everyone at the gate fill out a sort of satisfaction survey on behalf of the US Dept of Commerce. I put that I have only been on one other international trip in the last 5 years, so now I’m lying on questionnaires. Awesome. Still, it’s a little exciting to lie to the government.

Anyway, my butt is getting a little numb. My computer has less than an hour left of charging. I need a serious nap. And some freakin connectivity while we’re at it.