Spain is crisscrossed with high speed rail lines. From where we started (Alicante) to Madrid is at least a 4 hour drive. This train delivered us in just over 2 hours.
We thought we scored a pretty well located hotel. It was situated right behind Spain’s most powerful center of government – the Congress of Deputies. More akin to our House of Representatives, and, since Spain has a parliamentary system, there is no Senate.
Even more promising to our lodgings was this cafe, adjacent to our hotel. Like most every other Capitol city in the world, the real business of government takes place in coffee houses like this. Boy, we thought, we’re tight with the center of Spanish power.
One member of our party however, did not want to be identified as part of the ruling class. I found him rather skittish in what proved to be our less than perfect hotel.
The Hotel Olga was a little cramped for space. For our first night I refused to turn my back to the man I found sharing the room.
Oh, the irony. My second night was more comfortably spent in the back seat of this Commie car outside Congress. Things did get better in the days ahead.