The Westin’s Worst
May 14th started with an 0730 rise and shine to re-pack and set out. My dad and I attempted to locate a “supermercado” while the rest of the fam ate at the local croissanteria (pretty sure my dad made up that name). No luck. We caught taxis and in true Dieden fashion arrived at the bus station 55 minutes early. I read Tina Fey’s book on the world’s most uncomfortable bench and at last it was time to board. Off to Madrid! Shockingly I dozed off for most of the trip. I woke up once… Read more >