I was doing some random scrolling on the internet a couple of months ago and learned that Spain is open in the winter. I also was reminded in a podcast about Hallmark Christmas movies that it’s not unusual for married couples to travel together. Since winter in Spain is gray and rainy, meaning no tourists, we decided to travel to Spain in January, together.
Among other things, we are looking forward to getting away from the poisonous political atmosphere full of far-right politicians who feel empowered to, per the article I just read for example, make personal attacks on the families of left-leaning leaders. Oh, hold on, my mistake, that was an article from a Madrid newspaper about remarks made by the President of Argentina aimed at the wife of Spain’s Prime Minister.
Well whatever, at least we have peace and quiet to look forward to. Assuming I ignore what I read in Spanish news this week that said “Spain is reinforcing its status as a global travel destination this Christmas.” The piece is titled “Spain’s Tourist Boom.”
Nonetheless, we are going to have a terrific time. Especially Martha, who met a guy online named Joaquin whom she is going to meet in an abandoned palace in Madrid to work on watercolors Tuesday night.
The trip has started off on a good note. Our plane took off on time and our seats (which cost roughly $25 per hour extra but was money well spent) have six feet of legroom. I could literally do yoga and jumping jacks here in the highly unlikely event I am ever motivated to do those things.
The safety video was titled May We Haveth One’s Attention (really it was) and contained the words “whilst” and “cosy” with an “s.” And our flight attendant’s name is Nigel. All of which can only mean one thing. We are headed to London. Followed by two additional flights, all in the span of 16 hours, which will, with some luck, end us up in mid-afternoon Madrid, just in time to head out for some wine and tapas. Let the fiesta begin.
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