June 14, 2015
Diary #03
I am laying on my bed again but I'm in Madrid this time. In the morning, we left Novel, the hotel we stayed in at our visit to Barcelona and went to the train station, Madrid Autocha. There, we got on a really long bus. I watched TV for 1 hour and 45 minutes and slept for the remaining hour on the was here.
When we got off the bus, I was really hungry, but instead of eating, we went to spend some time at the art museum because none of the restaurants were open. After a couple hours, we were tired, so we went wandering around Madrid. Soon, there were only 20 minutes until the restaurants would open so we got on a taxi and went to the restaurant. When we arrived, we still had 7 minutes left so we sat down on a bench. When the door opened, I almost flew into the restaurant. We ordered and talked but the food seemed to take forever! I felt like pounding on the table and shouting,"FOOD! FOOD! FOOD!" When the food finally came out, I almost choked because I was eating too fast. When we finished, we went to the hotel and went to sleep.
When I woke up, I was a bit dizzy. When we got outside, we went to Plaza de Espana. Me and my parents saw a water fountain but we couldn't find what we were looking for, Sancho and Donkey Jote. When we went to the back side of the huge fountain, we saw a statue of Sancho and Donkey Jote. My dad and I ran up to the platform while my mom took the picture.
After that, my dad bought me Coconut Gelato. While I was eating, we went to a palace. But for some reason, I thought the church next to it looked better.
Next, we saw a building that had LOTS of food inside. It was like a building with lots of restaurants inside.We ate oysters, olives, shrimp, rice (paeya), clams, mustles, yogurt, etc. Once we were full we went to a palace that the mayor used to live in. We went to a outdoor cafe to drink coffee and juice.
Next to us, a family with a kid who was a boy was there. The boy had a small soccer ball and kept kicking it at me. I kept kicking it to him. Surprisingly, it was fun. My family and his family started talking about our World Vacation. We had made a "family friend"!
Next to us, a family with a kid who was a boy was there. The boy had a small soccer ball and kept kicking it at me. I kept kicking it to him. Surprisingly, it was fun. My family and his family started talking about our World Vacation. We had made a "family friend"!
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