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me no speako espanol

am typing this from a hostel in madrid, our third and final stop in this spain whirlwind. it´s been scary and amazing and just adventure after adventure. from our first night completely ruined by the loudest. snoring. i. have. ever. heard! to 8-hour bus rides to valencia, from guernica to soaking in the sun. and still - 4 days left. 4 hours in madrid, and already we´ve been ripped off by a taxi-driver, vicki´s card has been blocked by her bank, and we´ve stuffed ourselves full of ben and jerry´s. good times.

have to rush off now to see madrid, and hopefully not get pick-pocketed. will be back in london on the 23rd, bum around for a bit, then off to edinburgh. pics and stories to come -