Returning to Madrid
<p>My partner and I caught a red-eye with intentions of sleeping from the Minneapolis-St. Paul airport to Amsterdam via Delta. I’m no longer adapted to sleeping on planes, I slept a whopping total of nada. Then, we caught our connecting flight via KLM to Madrid. Allegedly, it was King’s Day. KLM treated us well.</p>
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<p><a href="https://medium.com/u/ef7e396aa890?source=post_page-----4800102b277a--------------------------------" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Melissa Rach</a></p>
<p>After landing in Madrid, we purchased ten subway rides for a reasonable 12.2 euro. Our host sent us directions to where we were staying. I found the subway much easier to navigate than I did as a twenty-something in 2009.</p>
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