I was Mr. Bean and Clark Griswold at the same time, totally unsure of where I was going, trying to navigate some of the craziest traffic I had ever seen – Spaniards drive fast and very aggressively.
At first, I cursed my decision to fly in and out of Madrid because of all the driving it entailed, but looking back, I no longer regret it. We wouldn’t have experienced the magnificent Spanish countryside in such a dramatic fashion had we traveled any other way.
We missed the torrential downpour and ensuing tornadoes by only an hour or so. Any later, and we would have been locked down at the airport.