The Madrid ghetto

En Madrid. We missed, no wait, we didn't miss anything. All the AVE trains to Sevilla were sold out, so we booked the first one tomorrow morning. We found a room through a little stand in the train station. It's in a fairly shady area, which is why we're in the room at 10:30. But the hostal is clean, although very tiny. But we have our own bathroom, which is key.

We spent about two hours at an internet cafe finding rooms in Sevilla, Barcelona and again Madrid.

Still renting a car tomorrow. I'm really nervous about it. Not sure why. Isn't driving around in LA even scarier? Every time I think about it, I picture Only You and Marisa Tomei and Bonnie Hunt driving through the Italian countryside. I just hope we don't get lost and run out of gas. But maybe some nice nuns will fill up the tank for us too.

So far things have been so smooth (even today's snafu). I'm just afraid we're going to catch our FUBAR tomorrow on the all day driving adventure. But we'll get to see the Rock of Gibraltar. (One of the pillars at the end of the world. Gracias Hercules!)

Saw some cute British (or maybe they were Scottish?) boys at McDonald's today. Yes. McDonald's. We've eaten there twice now. But it's fun to order a hamberguesa con queso. Or patatas fritas. And they serve beer there. And you can smoke. Pulp Fiction was right; it's the little things.

Every once in a while I get this jolt, like - I'm in Spain? What? I'm just really worried about the car. I know I shouldn't be, but I am. That's really my only concern right now.

We have to get up like super early tomorrow, so I should probably try and sleep. Even though I'm not tired at all. But this morning I though I'd die. Buenos Noches.

10:52 p.m.