Hola Madrid...Hello, the city of Real Madrid
After arrival, I had an unknown emotional upsurge. Some kind of excitement , but fear at some corners. I have to reach the city. From google, I downloaded the city train network, but virtually to get ticket and finding the right place was a question. Moved to the arrival hall, found that the wifi is working. The only hope of international connectivity as I didn't have international roaming in phone.


Its 10.30 pm and none is outside of the station. No taxis and nothing. I was little tensed and highly disappointed.
Walked out to the street and found some restaurants and people enjoying their dinner. I found a taxi coming in my direction. I waved my hands to stop the car , then showed the address. He spoke something in Spanish, I didnt understand anything. The GPS showed the address, as I entered the car.
The roads were empty except some bikers and luxury cars passing. The driver took the taxi to a housing colony and stopped the car in front of a building. He hinted me that this is the address. I moved out of the taxi and then then...my strange experience in a strange city started