My philosophy with traveling is to roll with the punches...but what happens when the punches keep coming? After 3 weeks of rain, not only have I gone through 3 umbrellas, but everything I have with me is damp and mildewing and my optimism is running dry.
No longer able to laugh off our misfortune, our half-hearted attempt at seeing Madrid was accompanied by a constant stream of explitive-punctuated grumbling. But after only an hour of trying to see Madrid's beautiful palaces and churches from beneath our umbrellas, we gave up. I guess maybe one day I can come back and see more than just the bottom five feet and eight inches of "el puerto del sol."
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