It should have been a really bad sign when the check-in guy at Toronto Pearson said "I don't see any reservation for your connecting flight in New York". It wasn't any more reassuring when the check-in person at LaGuardia told us that they didn't have any record of us (or our luggage) being routed to our connecting flight. But after a lot of begging and pleading, us (and our bags!) are in Madrid, Spain.
The cab from the Barajas airport to our hotel was about 30€ (there was a long line at the cab stand, but it moved fast). Took a long, jet-lag induced siesta, and joined the fray at around 6pm.
Our hotel is in a great mixed-use area (retail and residential). As soon as you step out onto the cobbled road, it's just loads of stylish people, all ages, just chilling - not necessarily shopping or working, but just strolling around and enjoying the city. What is it about us folks from Toronto that we haven't figured out how to do this?
A. and I window shop, people watch, and grab some awesome tapas near the hotel before calling it a day.
It's rough going, getting to sleep. Madrid is 5 hours ahead of Toronto, and it's like trying to go to bed at two in the afternoon.