Spanish Home Stay by Ollie
Dark, dismal, wet and rainy. But enough of London, we were going to Salamanca.
Buzzing with anticipation we entered London Gatwick. Duty free, a scene of organised chaos, bustling bodies but everyone had a place to be, and so did we. After a quick stop where the Burger King queue was too long to wait and the supposedly cheaper merchandise was too expensive to buy, Alex finally found his boarding pass and we boarded the plane. Following a relatively short flight in which I watched Schlinders List, a terribly depressing move. I would not recommend if you wanted to be in a good mood afterward, we were in the warm early spring air of Madrid.
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