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Travel, travel, travel. I have now been traveling for almost 24 hours - with 1 one to go. I'm about to climb on the 2nd train - the one traveling to Astorga where I meet Ted and where I get to SLEEP for the night. I don't think I have any jet lag, I'm too tired.

The trip has been fine. I thought I lost my luggage at Madrid! I, with a few others were all who remained empty handed at the luggage conveyor when they announced that was all the luggage from our flight. WHAT! .... Secondary plans started to formulate - with 2 glitches. My phone was dead and no one spoke passable english! I had just reached the head of the line and had just been given a terse pronouciation lesson by the counter clerk on the differences between the French and Spanish versions of saying Leon, when a man bolted past me back to the conveyor. Upon turning around I saw a glorious sight - my lonely pack moving towards me on a near empty conveyor. My spirits were lifted. Who knows where the last load of luggage had been, but it ended well. I grabbed it and headed to the subway to get to Mchamartin Train Station, the way to Leon.
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