Buenos dias, Madrid

After a five hour bus ride from 1:30 am, ten of us arrived in the Madrid bus station at 6:30 am, cold, hungry, EXHAUSTED, and lost. Somehow we (as in one of those savvy boys I was with. Not me, I can barely touch a map without getting lost) managed to find the metro, get on, and walk about 10 minutes to the hostel without getting lost. However, we couldn´t check in yet because people were still sleeping in our room, so we went next door and had some toast and assorted hot beverages at the little cafe. Then we somehow thought it was a good idea to take the train to Toledo without taking a nap. Bad plan. I was so tired I wasn´t even hungry. I know, incredible. We did get to see one of the most picturesque little towns in central Spain though, the first capital in Spanish history I believe. With sloping cobbled streets and steep stairs leading to churches and cathedrals, stone walls overlooking the rolling hills of the city below, and tons of souvenoir weapon shops, it was time to go by 4:00. Once we boarded the train at 9:30-it was a long 5 hours before this departure-I conked out like a boiled lobster, dead to the world. We got to Madrid and our hostel, and I was asleep by 10:30, safe in my top bunk, overlooking the hundreds of exciting Madridians going out for tapas. Sleep.