22 hours of flights later, and i´m still alive (barely)

I have no idea what time it is, i think probably around midnight friday night sydney time, but here it´s about 1pm. It´s all so wierd. I haven´t been hungry yet either, although both tiredness and hunger could possibly kick in later, when i really don´t want it to.

Madrid is beautiful! AT least what i´ve seen so far, which isn´t very much. Apparently there´s some sort of public holiday on at the moment, hence why i wasn´t able to book any accomodation before i arrived. it all makes sense now. I almost went to salamanca! I did eventually however, find a nice little hostel Madrid near Sol. I was kinda scared of being here on my own, but luckily there are 4 girls from Sydney staying in the rooms next door to me, and we´ve agreed to go out dancing together tonight. I´ve just gotta find some cute dancing shoes. Hopefully something´s open.

And i really wish i´d listened more when weiner tried to teach me spanish! I know nothing except ´si´and ´muchos´. We´ll see how i go.