flying low over the Mediterranean, across the snow capped mountains, brought us eventually to Madrid. The airport is not too dissimilar to Dubai, very chrome and shiny marble, as well as endless escalators of its and little trains to whisk you away to more escalators and lifts. Then the wait as the luggage carousel goes round and you can't spot your luggage. Time marching on, we were hoping that Nickie (niece) hadn't been waiting too long for us. Finally we emerged and there she was. A great welcome. We soon realised that the metro was not going to be the way to go with two large suitcases and two grumpy sisters, so we rolled into a taxi and soon we were deposited at the top of Calle de las Carretas. We arrived outside what should have been the apartments, but it looked just like a pop up store front. There was no sign to tell us that this was the place, so I wanderd off down the street to see if there was something that looked a little more obvious, but there wasn't. So I returned and we just followed some people in as they unlocked the door, and behind the storefrnt that was a corridor that led to a ift and sense wide wooden stairs. We were just about to squeeze into the lift, when the apartment manager appeared in the stairs, as we greeted each other like long lost friends.
Read the next post for the arrival if the brothers, meeting Miriam and Peter places.
flying low over the Mediterranean, across the snow capped mountains, brought us eventually to Madrid. The airport is not too dissimilar to Dubai, very chrome and shiny marble, as well as endless escalators of its and little trains to whisk you away to more escalators and lifts. Then the wait as the luggage carousel goes round and you can't spot your luggage. Time marching on, we were hoping that Nickie (niece) hadn't been waiting too long for us. Finally we emerged and there she was. A great welcome. We soon realised that the metro was not going to be the way to go with two large suitcases and two grumpy sisters, so we rolled into a taxi and soon we were deposited at the top of Calle de las Carretas. We arrived outside what should have been the apartments, but it looked just like a pop up store front. There was no sign to tell us that this was the place, so I wanderd off down the street to see if there was something that looked a little more obvious, but there wasn't. So I returned and we just followed some people in as they unlocked the door, and behind the storefrnt that was a corridor that led to a ift and sense wide wooden stairs. We were just about to squeeze into the lift, when the apartment manager appeared in the stairs, as we greeted each other like long lost friends.
Read the next post for the arrival if the brothers, meeting Miriam and Peter places.
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