Well, what can I say? The last few days have been some of the most interesting, frightening, exciting and nerve-racking of my life! I´ll try my best to describe my first 'enjoyable day' here...
On Sunday, as I explained in my pervious post, I left Lincoln during the early hours of the morning. For a reason that escapes me I decided not to go to bed and to brave the day completely knackered and thus slightly grumpy. Luckily I managed to get a few hours kip on the plane, but I still arrived in Madrid with eyes as red as the devil's privates and a headache that felt like a tumor.
I then had to get a train from Madrid to Córdoba, during which time I was stalked by a Spanish tramp who tried his best to obtain the contents of my pockets (by that I mean my MONEY, I know how some of your minds work.) When I finally arrived in Córdoba I had to walk from the train station to my hostel, during which time I mangaged to get sunburn all the way up my right arm. As I´m sure you can imagine I got to the hostel with spirts as high as a kite...
After having a shower I decided to go for a walk around the historic centre on Córdoba. Those of you who have ever been here will know it is like a collosal, white maze - something you should under NO circumstances attack without the help of a map! Being a male and thus "too proud" to consult any navagational aid I managed to get lost, and spent the best part of an hour trying to find my hostel again. When I finally managed to get back I instantly hit the hay and slept for the best part of 13 hours!
By this time you may think that I was feeling somewhat suicidal, but fear not, fair reader, my luck DRAMATICALLY changed (thank God), but I´ll write about that when I have time later, I´ve got a Spanish grammar lecture to attent. So, until then, I bid you fairwell!
Liam
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