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So, before we got to Madrid, we made our way to a beautiful coastal French surfing town called Biarritz. The first two nights we got to stay at a really nice hostel. The third night had us sleeping on the amazing beach where for the past two days we had just chilled at all day. We stayed there for a while then decided to catch a train to Madrid which in turn we missed. So that night we camped in a nearby playground. Joel, Brock, Glenn and Brendan had a nice two story apartment complete with a slide and a climbing wall, which left me in a shabby little one room house that my feet stuck out of and left my head with one inch of clearance between the ground and a child sized bench. Needless to say, some of us went pee where i am sure children frollic. Don't be too worried though, we were able to wake up before kids decided to utilize our newly acquired housing for their stupid games. When we went back to the train station in the morning we saw a guy, Dan, that worked for Brock's dad on their house. It was fucking surreal to see someone else from Sandpoint in Biarritz.