Journal reflections of our trip
I have time to catch up. I have time to rethink. I have time to reflect. I have time to read War and Peace! I am stuck in the Barcelona airport with the usual suspects until our flight leaves at 6:00am… it is now midnight. When it is midnight in the Barcelona airport it means two things: the only food source (a baguette sandwich place) is closing and all the benches with broken arms and good for sleeping on are gone. That wouldn’t be so bad anywhere else in the world but here it is because- like everywhere else in Spain- tile flooring. So it appears we will kill time tonight reading the wonderful letters you have sent to us to sustain us and reflecting on our time as we have had to say goodbye to Ray and Zenia tonight. Yesterday we had to say goodbye to Josep and that was tough enough, but now we are orphaned again until we return to your care.
Finally after 13 hours on KLM and Northwest Airlines and a few customs stops, we arrived home. I was not able to keep my "Frog Skinned" melon seeds through customs, so I will have to return to Spain to enjoy it.
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