The Race to the Starting Line...

Greetings from Madrid!(keyboard is funky so my puncutation struggles)

it´s always a race to the start of any major event with us.  and this was no different.  i guess we are last minute type people, but it always works out in the end.  when we went to bed friday night at 3am my hubby was pretty stressed about all that we had to do the next day.  pack, transport daisy to grandparents, get the christmas cards out and an endless number of errands that i won´t bore you with.  we woke up like two commandos on a mission with a plan of action coordinated with times and locations.  we are better than our normal selves under pressure.  After two trips to the post office, a cvs sack full of anti stomach issue drugs, a b&n sack full of south africa related reading material, fresh nails, waxing, and a$$ kicking by the asian magician/ massuese to get my stress balls out, and one final sweep of the condo, we took a very long deep breath and looked at the clock...1:59... the car service arrived right at that moment.  We both crashed hard in the car for the long ride to jfk. 

Those of you that have travelled with me know that I like my travel to be real, gritty and in touch with the local culture.  However, I make an exception when it comes to flying.  I had used all the airline points that I saved up during my professional service slave labor days and used them for two business class tickets to south africa.  after ten years of slavery - jumping when my partner or client says jump - i finally have time to reep the benefit!  The aiport lounge was exceptional with reclining seats, nice snacks and cocktails.  We skyped with my parents, which was a hoot because we´re both pretty new to skype and very excitable.  The plane seats were just about as comfortable as my couch at home with full recline.  We relaxed, watched the Hangover (top 5 funniest movies ever), ate a big meal with the most delicious olive oil i´ve ever tasted, and slept like babies.

We were delayed by the snow that hit the ny area, but only by an hour and we were sitting in those delicious seats with excellent attendants at our beck and call, so we didn´t really notice.

So....gritty is good, but luxury is better when it comes to flying.

All for now.