Having learned from many overnight flights to Spain, I have a carefully-curated program of caffeine, sugar and alcohol to get me through that first difficult day.
Somehow on this trip the inputs got out of balance and neither
my Spanish nor my English was making much sense the today. I seemed to be either saying nothing really fast or something really slowly. The Spanish people I attempted to talk to acted like
nothing was wrong, but I can only guess what they told their families when they got home.
I was actually doing fine until Martha and I decided to go
for a walk and we got hit by an unexpected massive storm with thunder, lightning
and hail. Sure, we could have taken refuge in a church, library, or museum, but
there were so many bars so close to where we were, and it was a matter of
personal safety, so we were basically forced to have a couple of glasses of
wine at 4 o’clock in the afternoon, which is when I should have been on my caffeine course.
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