After some uncertainty last week about whether my flight to Madrid would actually be able to take off, everything went smoothly and I made it there Friday evening. We were delayed half an hour at Charles de Gaulle, but since everyone was in Alcalá (the suburb of Madrid where Bobby, Royi, and Austin are actually studying) having dinner when I arrived in Madrid, the wait was negligible. Once everyone got back, though, we started a fun-filled weekend complete with -- as expected -- bars, clubs, the Royal Palace, and some other museums thrown in there.
