Taxi's Here are White and Shiny

So, this is the continuation of Wow, il est Hot...
(which was somehow lost. Essentially after a night of little sleep we; got flight for the same airline-but in the afternoon, ran into a Hottie - multiple times, experienced the worst turbulence Ever and tried to sleep mid flight. In a nutshell.)

So, A and I land in an empty, Langolier-esque airport. It wasn't clear where we should go next, people who were supposed to be helping seemed to think we had been there before and said things like ' Just go outside'.

I'm in a foreign country and you can't understand me, telling me to go downstairs fails to be an appropriate direction, Thank You!

Despite those that seemed like thy didn't care and were extremely unhelpful, we got to where we needed to be. Thank God we got help from people who Were, indeed, helpful.

We were directed to a queue sprinkled with people we recognized from the flight. Once at the front, we were told in fabulously spanish-tinted english that we would receive a hotel voucher for two people. Two dinners. Two breakfasts.

We found the bus by trial and error. Essentially, we tromped along the entire length of the bus lot and doubled back to the sign that had our hotel's name on it. Then we were called by the driver of a bus that in no way seemed to be connected to the hotel named in our voucher.

He proceeded to mention the hotel by name and the herd of bus-waiters turned in a spirited effort to board.

I kept my overstuffed carry on with me and A did the same. The seats were much smaller than I expected and if not for the enchanting views of Where I have Never been Before, I might have been very uncomfortable.

As we approached the hotel the clock was approaching midnight. Twas 20 minutes shy. Outside you might have thought it was 8pm. Sidewalk cafe's were full of people ordering and eating food. I even saw a woman walking her dog.

When we got to the hotel we stood in a long queue under a mirrored ceiling and waited for our rooms. After collecting our key card, we were directed to dinner.
Dinner was soup, bread, an apple, fries and fried fish.

After that we went to our European hotel room and I had to go back down to the lobby to receive instruction as to how to turn on the light.

Ah, the hotel room - if I'm ever Madrid again, I'll know a great hotel to freeze in. Not sure why, but even on high '30C' we couldn't get the heat to work.

Somehow, we woke up on time, saw a Simple Plan feat, Natasha Bedingfield video, was another for a song called Lady Gaga, enjoyed a great buffet style breakfast, learned (in good time) that the bus would not in fact take us to the airport, got a cab - whose fare was 18.90 + 5.50 tip (euros) that was covered by the airline/hotel.

We got to the airport later than we should have, considering the ridiculous line. Finally we checked our luggage and rushed to send email's at a portal. I literally used 6 minutes of a 9min waste of a euro trying to sign into my yahoomail before giving up and going with hotmail instead. A was looking at me like I'd make us miss our flight. So, mail sent, we mosey on over to the gate, expecting a ten minute wait before boarding.

Of course, this flight was also delayed.

Here's to paid for hotel stays and comfortable shoes.