So after what seems like it took forever I am finally in my hotel room and can relax.... I made it to Madrid, and so did my bag..... I am feeling exhausted, I didn't sleep all that well on the plane (my Fitbit tells me a total of 1.35hrs to be exact) and then decided I would catch the train rather than get a taxi to my hotel, it's much cheaper and I was in no hurray haha. After speaking with a customer service person I found out I had to catch the C1 to Sol and then change trains to either the C3 or C4 and get off at Atocha..... Easy right. Well I didn't get lost to be precise but I did second guess myself the whole way, double and triple checking every station and sign I saw. I made it to Atocha and then used my GPS to find my hotel which was walking distance from the train station (yes I thought ahead with somethings). When I reached my hotel I was so relieved and proud that I had made it all that way by myself that I actually cried, it may have had a little to do with exhaustion as well I guess.... I am feeling a little better after a long hot shower and am hoping my swollen legs will be back to normal after a good night sleep...they look hideous not to mention I look like some kind of frosty the snowman next to all these tanned up Spaniards. Let's hope the next 6 weeks my pale white turns to at least the colour of a weak cup of tea.... Fingers crossed. Today I am grateful for A comfortable bed and a good night sleep.