We made it!

Now, anyone that knows me knows that I can fall asleep anywhere. I struggled to fall asleep during most of our 14 hours in the air. From Portland to Phili then to Espana, I prayed for narcolepcy. Rachel made fleece sleeping bags for us with zippers in the bottom so we could unzip and run to the bathroom if necessary, genius.

Once in Spain we hopped on the Metro and made our way into town. Sleeping and hungry we wondered around looking for comeda and discovered a promising restaurant who hailed their food as an organic and healthy option. After a long (really long) look at the display case we ordered what looked to be an old Spanish specialty, turkey and mashed potatoes. What we discovered was that this healthy entree had to be microwaved on high for a minute before consuming. To top it off, just about that time "Mr Sand Man" came over the radio. And I thought to myself, why travel when all the comforts of home can be found the world over? But anyway our first Spanish meal was equivalent to Thanksgiving TV dinner. We may as well have packed cans of Man-which, which is truly a dream.

In other news Rachel fell, kinda hard actually. We were descending the staircase of our hostel (hostel Lenin), which has a lift but its the size of a coat closet and we can't seem to figure out which floor is which. Anyway, Rachel fell on her rear end down the cold marble steps. Her elbow hurt initially but she was no worse for the wear. Upon further examination we discovered that she had torn a hole in her underwear during her daring marble luge. The fall was mildly terrifying and a bit humorous.

We're having a great time.