The rest of my journey

So when I last left you, I was getting ready to board the plane to Madrid.  I was optimistic that it was going to be a good flight.  I was slightly mistaken.  Everything started out well and fine. I was in the last "zone" to board the plane, which was fine with me.  I didn't really care.  And after my previous experience with babies on planes, I wasn't too concerned that there were toddlers in the row behind me, and an infant in the row in front of me.  BIG mistake.  The toddlers behind me could not, or would not sit still.  I don't know which.  The entire flight, (or at least that's what it felt like) one of the children was either flapping the tray table, kicking my seat, pulling my hair, hanging off of my seat, or causing some other kind of ruckus.  Needless to say, I was not very happy.  I did restrain myself from yelling at the kid, but when things got bad, I did glance back, and that usually elicited a "sit down" from the kid's mother or father.  Which was effective for about 2 minutes.  No good.  I got maybe about 2 hours of sleep on that flight, and it was not good sleep.  It was waking up every half hour to a bored kid who was up past his bedtime.  Then there was the infant in front of me.  She was pretty good.  The family was traveling with one of their mothers, and she was a particularly fat woman, who didn't think she was.  It was weird.  What makes this story funny though, is as they lean their seats all the way back from the second they were allowed to, they had the nerve to ask the flight attendant to ask the person sitting in front of them to recline their seats forward because they had a baby.  The flight attendants politely told them they couldn't, but as they walked away, I watched them shake their heads.  Some people have such nerve.  When the flight finally landed, we deplaned on the tarmac, and got bussed to the terminal.  For the first time in a while, the airlines didn't lose my luggage!  It was quite exciting.  For some reason, I had figured they would.  But I collected my baggage without incident, and thought about standing in line to exchange money, and then decided the line was WAY too long.  So i jumped out of line and headed out the doors of the airport.  David was waiting outside to meet me, and chivalrously took my bags from me and carried them to his car.  It was about a twenty minute drive to Tres Cantos from Madrid, and we talked the entire way.  Well, mostly David talked and I listened, but it was better that way because he was telling me about Madrid, and different things.  We arrived in Tres Cantos, and made our way to their apartment.  The parking is underground, so we dropped my bags off at the door, and he drove down to their parking space, which was the second underground level.  The parking is so tight!  I don't think I could have done it... especially in a stick shift.  But as David said, with the backup camera and the sensors, it makes it much easier.  So we walked to the door, and made it to the elevator.  It is such a tiny elevator.  So different from any elevator in the U.S.  If you think you feel claustrophobic in those elevators, you should try riding in this one.  It doesn't bother me, but it is definitely not made for lots of people.  David punched the 6th floor button, and off we went.  On each floor, there are only 2 apartments, so their apartment is large, but small at the same time.  It feels very homey, and I like it a lot.  My room is yellow, with textured walls, and moon, star, and sun curtains.  There is a bed, a desk that folds down flat against the wall, and a small folding chair.  The closet is tall, and has two drawers.   The outside is a mirror, which is perfect.  I have just finished unpacking, and everything is great.  I don't think I forgot a single thing!  Hooray!  Well, I am probably now going to be off to bed soon, as I am quite tired.  Waking up at 6am Thursday, and getting intermittent sleep will do that to you.  It's been almost 24 hours since I've been gone.  And almost 24 hours I have been awake.  wow.