I am here! In Spain! Not on a plane or trapped in the airport. The rest of my trip went smoothly. I managed to read a bit of One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, which I highly recommend. He also wrote Love in the Time of Cholera—hopefully next on my list.
My stomach flipped to the image of Spain’s coastline. I could see the different seaports, beaches, and mountains! Even in the air the mixing of mountains and the sea was a beautiful sight.
(Here’s a crappy snap from the plane)
My family was waiting on the other side of security and welcomed me with open arms. I’ve never been that happy to see someone I’ve never met before! Just knowing that they would be my home for the next couple months was reassuring and quickly wiped away the dreadful trip. Since my flight arrived a bit later, we drove around Barcelona and went straight home. I was grateful since all I wanted to do was sleep. The kids made me this awesome sign—I especially love the Y and last A—and I felt like I was home at last.
Chasing Spain 