I am very tired. On Monday, we got up at 3:30am in order to leave for the airport at 4:30am for our 7:something flight to Boston. Every news outlet was reporting it would be one of the busiest travel days at DIA - a million or so passengers, get there early. We stressed about our ability to get an Uber at that ungodly hour since we couldn't get a confirmation. Hey, I get it. It's the Monday after Christmas and everyone's going home. We found a Lyft and made it through security in record time - Murphy's Law.
Our not too long flight dropped us into Beantown, and we were ready for a beer.
Several beers
And lobster (totally wrekt).
And Boston Cream Pie Cake.
Tuesday morning - just a tad hungover - we faced our next hurdle: getting our COVID documents in order for the Spanish Health Ministry. I made it through the online forms, but Joe took a wrong turn somewhere and slid down a rabbit hole that took hours to crawl out of...just a tad stressful. Had he not been able (finally) to complete it, they likely would have not allowed him to enter Spain. Big problem. HUGE!
Tuesday night, our international flight was delayed - not by much, but by that time, we were all...CAN WE JUST GO??? This trip has been a game of inches.
On board, the accommodations were comfy, the service great, and the food not terrible. But, let me tell you, you think you hate wearing a mask at a Trader Joes?? Try sleeping in one. Ugh. Hated it big time.
Wednesday morning (wait, we've only been gone two days???), we arrived in Amsterdam at 8:00a, had a five hour layover, and at 4:00p we arrived in Madrid. So fucking tired. Moreover, we're only here for a night (these are the hoops through which one must leap in order to use miles instead of money).
Tomorrow we are up early again for our flight to Berlin, at which time we will begin our vacation. Whew!
Muy excelente. 🤩
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