Day 0: 13 Days of Clothes in a Carryon


When we said that we were going backpacking through Spain, we literally meant backpacking through Spain! As it turns out, the only way we could get a decent price on airfare was to book the different legs of our journey separately. We would fly from JFK in New York to LHR in London, then to MAD in Madrid. However, on the way there, we would only have an hour and a half in London Heathrow to catch our connecting flight. Normally, an hour and a half sounds like a lot, but in our case, we would have to go from Terminal 1 to Terminal 4, which according to the LHR site, takes an hour and 20 minutes. Because of this, checking in luggage became an issue because there was the possibility that we would catch our connection, but our luggage wouldn't. There were are few options as to how we would handle our luggage, but in the end we decided that we would each bring a backpack with our clothes and do laundry while we were there.

We went to work on Tuesday, July 3rd like usual, with the exception of the enormous backpacks on our backs. At work, I nervously monitored the British Airways site because the day before there had been a car bombing at Glasgow and a suspicious package found in Terminal 4, causing the entire Terminal to be closed for the remainder of the day. As it turns out, 6 hours or so before boarding, our flight was canceled. Thanks to my close monitoring, I found out before a message was sent out to passengers, and was able to call BA and get us onto the last flight of the day into LHR.

We get to JFK and the place is a madhouse, full of people just realizing that their flight had been canceled. Thanks to online check-in and lack of check-in luggage, we breezed through the lines and security with no problems.

Our transcontinental flight on BA was a pleasant surprise. Even in coach, we each had a small television screen and complimentary packet of eye mask, toothbrush, toothpaste, and socks :) Their movie selection wasn't that bad either as they had 300 and Blades of Glory. Thanks to Will Farrell, we found ourselves laughing out loud, much to the dismay of those around us.





Day 1: Confusion in Atocha and the hilly streets of Toledo

We arrived into Madrid Barajas on Wednesday, July 4th, tired and disoriented after flying overnight and never getting more than 3 hours of continuous sleep. After changing some US Dollars to Euros, we made our way to the tourist information desk and got a subway map directing us to the RENFE train station. So far so good, everything is going according to plan. (Click here to see the Spain Vacation project plan)

According to our Spain Eurail instructions, we are supposed to get our Eurail passes validated before boarding any of the trains. We wandered around Atocha train station for over an hour trying to figure out where to get this done. According to the plan, we were supposed to take the train to Valencia and then catch an overnight ferry to Palma de Mallorca. It was getting late in the day and we were still very tired from our overnight flight. The line that we were on did not seem to be moving at all. There, we decided to forgo our Palma excursion, and instead hop on a bus to Toledo, and catch a train the following day to Barcelona. Switching to a shorter, faster moving line, we book our tickets for Barcelona and get our passes validated. Since we were going to be back in Atocha anyways, we decided to store most of our stuff in lockers, and even had time to grab something to eat in the indoor rainforest of Atocha.

We hop on the hour-long bus and make our way to Toledo, Spain's former capital. (Click here to see pictures of Toledo and Atocha station) We aimlessly wander the steep streets, taking pictures of pretty much everything we see. We wander til it gets dark, eventually finding lodging at Hostal Centro**. As it turns out, Spain's different hotels and hostels use the star rating system, which I'll also include in these blogs. Finally, we have our first real meal in Spain, paella and pasta, and even have a chance to sample the local beer. We collapse into our beds, exhausted yet satisfied.