The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly On Our Tents
Sunday, August 26th, 2007Day number 335 of captivity. It was a dull day.
We had coffee. We drove to Madrid. We walked aroung Madrid. And then, much to our horror, we saw a museum. An art museum.
And then, just to liven things up a bit, I´m sure, God sent us a storm last night! You know, the kind of storm that broke our tent poles, got us soaking wet, and then made us sleep ( oh, how funny! The word I meant to use: Insomniacs) for the night in the car.
The only thought sustaining me through this never-ending monotony is that Paris, and then home is at the end. Oooooh! Wait a sec……I forgot–School work! O.K., maybe I will stay in Europe. But just until High School is over.
Erin
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