Let’s skip to the smoking car. It was awesome.
May 17, 2012 § 13 Comments
I left off on Day 3 of the Farm Party adventure. On Day 3 my parents landed. You’ve met them before:
Day 3 was more walking, shopping and eating in Madrid. Just imagine 9 Americans traipsing around the city together. Do you have a visual? It was awesome.
But what I really want to do is skip to the smoking car.
Smoking Car. Day 4.
Friday, Day 4, was travel to the Farm day. We all rented cars. We were driving to the Farm!
Picture again, now 10 Americans (Abbie arrived!), luggage in tow, walking single file through the city to the rental car garage. Do you have the visual? It was awesome.
10 people = 3 cars. 3 manual transmission cars.
Paperwork – Signatures – and 3 Key exchanges later – and we were off!
I believe we traveled 2.5 blocks in 15 minutes (oh Madrid traffic) when we started to smell something. Something foul. Road kill? Burnt rubber? Umm… stripped gears? Ding Ding Ding!
Driver #2, Mary (god bless her!), didn’t remember as well as she thought she would how to drive a manual car. I guess it isn’t just like riding a bike.
Picture this: 10 Americans, in 3 cars, in the busiest section of Madrid.
The middle car is smoking, the hood looks like a pack-a-day smoker. (Fits right in on the streets of Madrid.)
We play a game of musical cars. My dad running back and forth to see what is happening asDana joins our car to make room for the good Spanish Samaritan. A complete stranger leaves his work truck on the side of the road to drive the chimney car back to the garage. Do you have a visual? It was awesome.
To make an already long story a little shorter – we caravanned to the massive Hertz Garage in the south of the city – the manual car was traded for an automatic – and we once again tried to get on the road to the Farm.
This time – Success! With a huge thank you to Abbie!
Abbie joined us Friday morning from her pre-Farm vaca in Lisbon. Abbie is a master when it comes to European roadways. She calms me down and helps me think. 10 minutes after leaving the second Hertz (2 hours after the first departure) we were on our way!
We stopped midway for lunch. I love that Spanish rest stations are full-on restaurants.
Happy to be alive and well.
On the road again…
Sweet sweet relief – we made it – we made it!
All in one piece.
And still smiling.
It’s funny. Friday morning I was complete basket case. My stomach was in knots. I was completely overwhelmed with the responsibility of getting everyone safely to the farm … but as soon as the car started smoking all of the pressure was released. All I could do was laugh. Laughter is the best medicine.
Laughter and alcohol.
Everyone made a beeline to the hotel bar.
We enjoyed wine, olives and bar’s fantastic nut mix until dinner. (Who doesn’t love a good nut mix?)
Dinner was 4+ hours of food, wine… and more wine.
Maybe too much wine? The night ended with pillow hugs at the table. (Don’t even ask.) I’ll let you determine your thoughts on where wine consumption should have ended.
By the end of the night I could barely keep my eyes open. The stress. The physical exhaustion. The complete relief of a trip well traveled. I spent a whole 10 minutes with my groom – and then I crashed.
Friday night was the first time I laid eyes on the Spaniard. He left for the farm before I landed in Madrid. A perfect ending after a long day.
East to West. Madrid to Farm. Surrounded by the ones you can be you with… it was awesome.
Photos: Justin, Bryanna and my Momma. Documentation – one thing I wasn’t worried about.