And, due to a recent crack in the sole of my right shoe - ironically the only pair I brought for my short trip - the rain soaks through my sock and up to my ankle. There is some sort of character-building lesson to this whole weather-related nuisance, I just don't know what it is. I also enjoy how as I squish my way out of the Metro station and block the slushy snow with my umbrella, there are numerous vendors at the top of the stairs trying to push more umbrellas in my hand in hopes for a few euros in their pockets.
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All complaints aside, I have to give Madrid credit for what I think is, quite possibly, the most fantastic (and cheap!) cafe con leche ever, beautiful contemporary art exhibits that are largely free for students, and some rather impressive architecture. For example, take the Atocha train station with its plethora of comfy benches, strong rays of natural light, and indoor botanical center filled with chirping birds and algae-covered turtles. Whether it is raining or snowing outside, you can take a 20 minute siesta next to large palm trees and imagine being on a beach somewhere while people rush by with roller suitcases and duffel bags.
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Now that I have returned to the land of banks and watches, I stare at a $7 bag of potato chips and start to miss cheap food. Also, they took my hot sauce. I was fully prepared for them to confiscate it in the airport, considering it was well over 100mL, but it is still a disappointment. I will have to scour the virtually non-existent Asian stores in Lausanne to find my treasured Sriracha.
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