It’s Mad and It Drives You There

Madrid’s call letters are MAD.  Ask me how appropriate they are.

The air rooms are less than advertised.  Longer story later.  BUT finding them was an adventure taking three hours, ina  land so solidly confident they are in charge of the world they don’t bother learning even English.  Also where they don’t bother putting up signs to anything, because OF COURSE you KNOW.

By the end of it I was going insane trying not to let the berserker out to play.  We slept maybe all of four hours, before h...