Moving Day

Today is moving day.  We sadly bid farewell to Seville and headed to Madrid.   

Some days you’re happy because you’re laughing and touring all day and some days you’re happy because some of the things that could have gone wrong - didn’t.  

Before leaving our apartment. Ali and Emily got coffee next to our rental in Seville.  Our “Cabify” showed up, perfectly on time and never even gave us a sideways glance when he saw six people and luggage for five normal people and luggage for Emily who truly is moving. 

We got dropped off at the train station, the train left and arrived on time.  Another “Cabify” drove us and our luggage to our new rental in Madrid.  With only a little difficulty with a little prompting, the cleaning person took pity on us and let us in, even though we were a half hour early.  With six suitcases and 6 carry-ons we climbed the three floors to our new home.  Europeans say it’s on the second floor but I walked up three floors - semantics my ass.  

We dumped our bags, looked over our new digs and set out to tour.  First stop was Puerta del Sol.  Tonight it was the sight of an anti-Iran protest.  Thousands of people encouraging the continued bombing of Iran.  As far as we could they were encouraging the overthrowing of the current regime to protect the Iranian people from their own government.  The protest gave me the Willys.  There were scattered people throughout, facing the crowd - not the speaker.  They seemed to be non-uniformed security and they didn’t seem to be screwing around.  I was happy when we left.   

We also walked through Plaza Mayor, home of the Spanish Inquisition.  Sadly, it looked like they were constructing a stage for an upcoming event.

Afterward it was time to find a place to eat which we did.  Jon, Emily, Ali and I then set out a scavenger hunt to find Cathy a heating pad as her back has been bothering her.  The four of us also went grocery shopping. It was fun.  In part of the store you’re not allowed to touch the fruit.  You take a number and the fruit handler comes and gets it for you.  In another part of the store we were allowed to handle and weigh the fruit but only if you use a glove.  We finally bought some  Casera Limon, a very Spanish, very light fruity alcohol drink and headed home.  Well, Jon and I headed home.  Ali and Emily headed out.