Estoy tonto
After a particularly long day of travel I arrived at Bajaras in Madrid confident in my preparations and my ability to speak Spanish. Once through into the arrivals level I was met by a wall of people and one guy who inquired if I needed a taxi, which of course I had been planning on taking. Unfortunately he was no taxi driver, and once I realized this (it took me about 5 minutes and we were already driving), I began a careful calculation of what I needed to do to get out of this predicament. Fortunately he just took me for a financial ride and delivered me to my hotel with no problems at about triple the cost of a regular taxi. It could have been substantially worse.
