We are in Madrid, at Carmens apartment..this is the place with the python shower...and the lights on timers....ohhhhh, yes. I remember this!

we are up and at it....long damn trip, crying baby in the seat in front of me on the SF-London flight...yuck. Nice video on demand on the plane, tho...tons of movies to watch. I was a bit groggy when we got here, but slept ok, dad was snoring bigtime, but i just slept on my good ear and let the deaf one deflect him!
plans are to catch the 1:30pm train up to Fromista, probably not get there until 8pm or so tonight.

Carmen and her sisters swooped onto the airport and swept us away, just what we needed!
everyone kisses your cheeks , both sides, men and women...I like that tradition! They are so nice to meet us with all this energy and we need it.

We should be on the Camino tomorrow...

Hope you all are well, we are doing fine here. There are clouds everywhere, and showers occaisonally, but we are going many miles north, weather will be different.

Davy

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Anne said…
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9:01 AM
Anonymous said…
fun to see this post, dave! good to know you made it. mcn is still here, and it's definitely a monday!

anne
1:35 PM
dreamer said…
Haven't heard from you in awhile!
...Spokes full of mud? Never made it out of the last bar you went into? Climbing a never-ending hill, maybe?
8:34 PM
dreamer said…
Haven't heard from you in awhile!
...Spokes full of mud? Never made it out of the last bar you went into? Climbing a never-ending hill, maybe?
8:34 PM
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