Madrid to Malaga

Oh the world of pain. Hangover. Airport. No Sleep. Too much food = very cranky Caitlin.

The next morning we woke up to go from Madrid to Malaga. We’d had little sleep, were totally hungover, exhausted and had a ‘food hangover’. So basically I don’t think I said more than about 5 words the whole trip. The others thought I was just cranky and sleep deprived, in reality I was scared to talk in case I threw up instead.

Anyway, we got to Malaga, and were picked up by Carlo’s brother Horatio, his nephew Mario, and a friend.

The trip to the hotel was funny. Julio, Maria and I all went with Carlos’ friend Camillo, who had a tiny car, and had left the boot packed with construction gear. The other group had taken my suitcase in their bigger car, but we still had two large suitcases and all our carry-on luggage. I will forever remember the sight of us – one suitcase on Julio’s lap in the front, with his arm hanging out the window, another suitcase crammed in between Maria and me in the back, with all our carry-on luggage piled on our laps. The car had no air-con, and the weather outside was in the 30’s and incredibly humid. Lucky the trip was a short one!

Once we arrived at the hotel, we waited for ages, as Horatio (Carlos’ brother) had gotten lost on the way, before finally checking in and crashing out for some sleep. Mmmmm. Sleep.