From Santiago to Madrid: The Journey Continues
After a hearty breakfast and a final round of packing, we bid farewell to Santiago de Compostela. Walking to the train station with our backpacks and luggage was definitely not on the agenda, so we’d booked a taxi to whisk us there in comfort.
Our train departed at 10:34 am, gliding smoothly through the Spanish countryside on its way to Madrid. The three-hour journey was a chance to relax and reflect on the incredible adventure we’d just completed. Thanks to our first-class tickets, we were treated to a light meal—a sandwich and a drink—which made the trip feel even more luxurious. Alison sat just across the aisle by the window, close enough for conversation but with her own space to enjoy the views.
By 1:34 pm, we arrived in Madrid, the bustling capital that felt both familiar and new. We quickly found the taxi rank and were soon on our way to our hotel—the same one we’d stayed at at the beginning of our trip. It felt like coming full circle, a fitting end to our journey.
After settling in, we set out to explore the city. Alison had a mission: to find soccer gear for Gary. We wandered through the vibrant streets, guided by Google, soaking in the energy of Madrid. The city was alive with activity, a stark contrast to the quiet paths of the Camino.
Dinner was a fun affair at an all-you-can-eat restaurant, where we indulged in a little bit of everything. It was the perfect way to celebrate our last night in Spain.
As we strolled back to the hotel, I spotted a “Bumblebee” Transformer on the sidewalk. Magnus, who loves Transformers, would have been thrilled. I tried to sneak a photo without being noticed—otherwise, I’d have had to pay for the privilege. (I managed to get the shot, by the way!)
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