With the already hazy Boston Harbor islands fading behind him, our hero settles in for a few hours on an Iberia Airlines flight to Madrid.
Annoyingly, I had just an hour to spend in Madrid where my AFS-sister Maria and her husband Rodrigo live. My layover in London on the way back&mdashwhere none of my friends live&mdashwas thirteen hours long. (Idiot Andre, when booking the flights, saw a 9:30 arrival in Heathrow and an 11:15 departure. A more adept traveler would have noticed the difference in PM-ness and AM-ness of the two flights.)