The last few posts have been about the many great things to do in Barcelona. After all, I spent nearly two weeks there, which is as much time as I spent in some countries on other legs of my round the world trip.
As much fun as Barcelona was, by the time I left, I was suffering from a heavy case of travel fatigue. I had learned early on during this year long adventure that sometimes you need to have a break and recharge when your enthusiasm for tourism drops.
In this state of mind, I stumbled off a train that had ushered me to the heart of Spain. And the city of Madrid was there to give me the big hug that I needed.
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