An excercise in futility

[whitefire]

Two weekends ago I tried to go to Madrid again, in hopes of making up the previous attempt that failed due to weather and a failed wake-up call. I left work on the early side to catch yet another train to Dusseldorf. Checked in all as normal, flight to Schiapol was a little late but it didn't seem like it would be a problem as I had a whole hour

Comments

[tym]

I like how your journal entries are essentially falling into

a) weird parts of German culture and how I introduced Iron Maiden into the situation
b) Some fucked up European equivalent of Planes Trains and Automobiles as part of your ongoing quest to see how many weekend trips to spain can get fucked up

[misslizzers]

Please stop making me laugh at your misfortunes. I have this weird Catholic guilt about it. Jesus H.