An Afternoon in Alcalá de Henares
As soon as I arrived in Madrid on Thursday afternoon, I made a rookie mistake. I turned up at the airport bus station some five minutes after the bus for Alcalá de Henares was scheduled to depart and, after hanging around a little hoping that it was merely late, I went back into the airport to buy a sandwich. The next bus was supposed to arrive forty minutes after the first, but as I waited and waited, and as the forty minutes turned into an hour, it slowly dawned on me that pretty much every bus leaving the airport in that direction was departing with a delay of at least a quarter of an hour. In other words, the bus I thought I had missed left while I was buying an overpriced airport meal.