...I arrive in Madrid annoyed because I'm Brussels I got charged for excess baggage but all worries disappear when my feet hit the Spanish soil and experience 26C heat at night
...I walk miles and miles across the enormous Madrid terminals appreciating signs warning travelers to release the brake on their baggage trolley as they approach the end of an escalator
...I wait a long time for my bag and even longer for the car even as a random guy tries to cut in the line
...I get a very nice little car - my first Lancia!
...I drive to Salamanca trying to find a gas station to get a coffee. Somehow every time I pass one it's impossible to get to it. They have this weird system where you have to exit the freeway miles ahead of the actual station to get to it by a parallel lane.
...I find my hotel and luckily even a parking spot in front of it. Not very legal but apparently tolerable cause no ticket in the morning.
...I find some nice chocolates on my pillow and eat them all and collapse. It's 2.30am..