June 25- Madrid

I stepped off the green tourist bus and was nearly blinded by the bright sun. I immediately brought my hand up to my head to shield the sun from eyes. I looked around the empty parking lot and then back to the others stepping off the bus. I took another look around and thought of the weather in Rio Grande. It was bright outside, dry and hot. There were a few clouds in the sky but nothing large enough to block the sun. I took my sunglasses out of my tan messenger bag and put them on. I hoped I didn’t have to walk too far.

When everyone stepped off the bus, our tour guide Gary gave us directions where to find a bathroom. I began walking and saw very old fashioned business establishments where they sold souvenirs. The entrance of the square where everything was located looked like a white and red barn with flowers hanging off the sides. It was clean and quiet. I heard the buzz of a fly’s wings as it flew in and out of place as if they were checking out who was there. There was absolutely nobody else in sight besides our large group. It felt like a ghost town. No wonder, it was siesta!

Before I started my mission of looking at the signs to figure out where the bathroom is, I thought of a horror film. It played out perfectly in mind. I thought of the bus not being able to start after our bathroom break was over. Everyone in the group walked back into the square to find shade and wait for further direction. After some time has passed, siesta was over and night fell not too long after. Since it was time for the town’s people to be social, they revealed their real identities.... They were all zombies!

By this point I realized I watch too many horror flicks. I just wanted to go to the bathroom and get back on the bus. I turned to the left wall and walked along it hoping to find the restroom. ¨Señoras!¨ This is the place. The sign was a faded tile with a woman in a flamenco dress. Right underneath the picture you can faintly see the letters that spelled out señora.

Everyone got on the bus on time with the exception on Steve, an older tall and slender man. When we waited for him to jump on board, I took one last look out the window, and the place was still empty. Even in Madrid, I can’t shake off the weird feeling. I’m sure glad we didn’t stay too long there!