Olé: FLYING...

While our biological watch reads 3:05 a.m., in Madrid is 9:05 a.m. We are still flying over the Atlantic and the estimated time for arrival is 10:40 a.m. “Exhausted” is an adjective that falls short, when describing how we feel. The overwhelming excitement is paying off its toll and, gladly, sent us all to sleep through the flight.

Right now, I am the only one awake. The kids are still “soñando” (Spanish for dreaming).

The flight has been great. The absence of turbulence has almost been a good presage for the up-coming exciting times. The only inconvenient were the delays (which, in these days, almost seem a mandatory experience): first in Richmond, where we ended up leaving at 3:45 p.m. (and not 2:35) and then in Newark, where we departed at 10:30 p.m. (instead of 8:10)… I guess it’s all part of the trip. We all agreed that it could have been worse. Besides, we enjoyed the wait by reading and playing cards in the middle of the gate’s floor (the kids taught the chaperone how to play BS).

Wow, breakfast is coming! The flight attendants are walking right next to us. Will mentioned that dinner was particularly good (the two options were beef/mashed potatoes and chicken/rice)… I hope breakfast fulfills the positive expectations. Everyone got up to eat, except for Emily (who has preferred to continue sleeping.) Desiree and Kathleen woke up chatting, as if they have risen from a long and comfortable sleep.

I have the best group of kids with me. It is really a wonderful group.

Look out Spain… here we come!