Euro Trip - Day Twelve: On to Spain…
Gatwick is smaller than Heathrow and a bit more disorganized (if you can believe that). The merry band, which still was not all that awake, went to check in at the EasyJet counter (EasyJet is the bastard cousin of RyanAir, trust us on that). At check-in, the person said that James’ bag was too heavy and he would have to leave stuff behind. Ever the trooper, James managed to rearrange some things, pass things to his companions and load up his rucksack. His bag was now light enough. Funny thing was the woman then asked John, “Has anyone given you something to put in your bag?” This was after she watched them pass stuff around.
The flight was OK though there was a screaming baby for most of it. John slept, Victor attempted sleep and James listened to music and wrote out postcards. They landed in Spain and began the last leg of their lightning tour of Europe.
Before they caught a cab into Acala de Henares, John was approached by two police officers who began to question him. One of the cops turned to Victor and James and asked if he was with us and Victor said, “Yes!”, so they apologized and let John go. That’s all Victor and James needed was to lose their translator. James can speak very little…he can order food and find the bathroom.
Once they got to the hostel (which is quite nice), they took a siesta and ventured out into the city. Acala is a beautiful little town with giant storks that nest on the tops of buildings. It is a surreal sight to see.
(The audio file is rough, unedited and possibly offensive…)
