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Well done, robot overlords!
A brief recap of yesterday, post-plane snack fiasco:
We arrived in Madrid around 3:30 local time. Had to shuttle to the train station from our terminal, so by the time we walked into the hotel, it was just before 6. I love trains, and it was a student’s first time taking a public train!
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We arrived in Madrid around 3:30 local time. Had to shuttle to the train station from our terminal, so by the time we walked into the hotel, it was just before 6. I love trains, and it was a student’s first time taking a public train!
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In Madrid, we are staying at Hotel Mediodia, where we stayed in 2024. It’s a cute boutique hotel conveniently located near the Atocha station and several art museums and parks. Jeff (one of my two amazing co-instructors) and I grabbed a quick bite to eat at a local café before meeting the whole group (currently 21 students, 3 faculty—see you soon, Rylee and Eric!) at the hotel for our first meeting.
We went over the PFT (plan for tomorrow) and distributed clothespins (see blog post about “clipping”) before dismissing the group for the night. Jeff and I went for a stroll to the Plaza Mayor en route to one of our favorite Madrid spots—el Mercado de San Miguel, a food hall specializing in tapas, seafood, cheese, charcuterie, wine—basically it’s the equivalent of my own personal Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. “Come with me, and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination…”
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We dined on salty fish, olives, and crianza. Solid welcome to Spain!
Oh! My most idiotic moment of the day:
I was assigned room 534. I remember room numbers being hard to find in 2024, so I do a lap of the 5th floor and my room is nowhere in sight. I do a second lap. No room. I sheepishly go to the lobby front desk and explain my plight (“Lo siento. No puedo encontrar mi cuarto.”). The very kind attendant accompanies me to the 5th floor and points out my room—the very first off of the elevator. What. The. What. I felt like a complete asshole. I thanked him and apologized profusely.
Fast forward several hours later, and it happens again. My room disappeared!
No, idiot, there are two staircases leading to separate sides of the hotel…
Okay, now on to Day 2:
8:13 am
Our group met in the lobby at 6:30 (way to be on time, everyone!) to walk to Atocha station to board a train to Pamplona. I am on that train now. Most folks are sleeping or plotting their next clipping victim. Next update in a few hours.
We dined on salty fish, olives, and crianza. Solid welcome to Spain!
Oh! My most idiotic moment of the day:
I was assigned room 534. I remember room numbers being hard to find in 2024, so I do a lap of the 5th floor and my room is nowhere in sight. I do a second lap. No room. I sheepishly go to the lobby front desk and explain my plight (“Lo siento. No puedo encontrar mi cuarto.”). The very kind attendant accompanies me to the 5th floor and points out my room—the very first off of the elevator. What. The. What. I felt like a complete asshole. I thanked him and apologized profusely.
Fast forward several hours later, and it happens again. My room disappeared!
No, idiot, there are two staircases leading to separate sides of the hotel…
Okay, now on to Day 2:
8:13 am
Our group met in the lobby at 6:30 (way to be on time, everyone!) to walk to Atocha station to board a train to Pamplona. I am on that train now. Most folks are sleeping or plotting their next clipping victim. Next update in a few hours.
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