Yes I would love to spend an hour and a half riding the train to get home.

1. Megan and I wandered a bit but eventually found all of our destinations.
2. Yes we conversed with the locals. The two people on the train were a riot! I learned that apparently eating cream (like most people in Spain do) makes you a little more well-endowed. I may have learned more than I bargained for.
3. We did speak us some good spanish. There was a bit more silence than there would have normally been...
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Hello image of majesticity. Felipe IV apparently died in battle and his statue engulfed in shadows is the best foreground for the Palacio Real in the background.

I was taking a cue from the other tourists around me (mostly Asians) at the fence of the Palacio Real. If only I could scale the wall and "kill the beast" to get in!

After a few hours of no success in finding un aseo (not even the public library would let me use one. Public? I think not). At the Principe Pio station I happened to glance down the escalator and saw the best sign I ever could see. Thus Megan and I briskly walked and I finally had success!