Marching to Madrid

May 24
I woke up early today to finish up packing and left for the airport. I had nice conversation with the taxi driver who said the problem with the United States is that there wasn't enough history for an incredibly awkward thirty minutes as I tried to stay awake and pretend to pay attention at the same time. Then the bastard overcharges me by 15 euros. Screw him. Anyway, the flight wasn't too bad even though it was delayed by half an hour and the stewardesses looked like they belonged in The Wedding Singer but I didn't care I was tired. When the plane landed at the airport, I began to see where I had to go. According to the instructions, I had to take a cab to the hotel and pay around 35 euros. I took the metro, cost me 2 euros and I made it on time without being overcharged plus I got a free cookie too. Nothing beats a free cookie.

Met the roommate, seems like a nice guy. Went over some aspects of the program. Was still cell phone less. One of only four guys. Also the only single guy/person in the entire group out of everyone.

To be continued