Once we arrived in Rome we easily got to each train and transferred smoothly. That was true of course until we had to take a bus. I think we waited 45 minutes if not longer. While hungry and tired and just looking down the road for where to go with no map to help up find our way walking.
No good photos yet except for one with a boy hanging on his dads luggage. And another from the subway in Madrid on our way to the airport.
I took the photo on this subway more to take note of the announcer voice. "proxima estathion" ---Esperanza??? Nope, not right but each time, I t sounded like the right voice for Manu chau's song. "que hora son mi corazon".
That brings back all kinds of memories from study abroad and the end of college. 
