• Travel

    72 HOURS IN MADRID

    Saturday, July 13th, 5:25. My alarm goes off, almost immediately silenced by the delicious click of the snooze button I press in hopes of catching up with the three hours of sleep IΒ΄m missing- in eight minutes. Dizzy with excitement, nauseous from a lack of eating, and star-struck by being spoken to in Spanish (seven years of Spanish class and I couldnΒ΄t say more than hola to the good looking flight attendant), our trip began. I would like to start this off by saying that three days are not enough to explore Madrid and al it contains. In the three days I spent in my new favorite place, I made…