Rendevous with Richmond

Ah. Ech. Life is good. I feel bad. Flying makes it worse. I have missing luggage. My head is full of snot and Goya and reconditioned air with molecules expelled from the passengers of flight 1411.
This time I had nothing to hear since I was the one expelling infected molecules...

I am home. Carole will be soon... with her expensive emergency passport in hand. She spent her last day at the Prado. It seems her blonde locks and intense looking at Spanish Art attracted a professional pick pocket who managed to get into her secure purse and take her wallet and passport. I am glad I wasn't there to witness the agony and defeat of a seasoned traveler being had, once again, by the Spanish inquisition...

With her employer's connections at the Reine Sofia and her capacity as a nurse she somehow managed to get an emergency passport in MADRID in less than 24 hours so she could travel home with the entourage. Madrid was one of those "life experiences" I'll hold onto for many years. The art, the people, the food, the RITZ CARLTON... hey... I am blessed... even if I have to travel with something close to "walking pneumonia." All things considered I am lucky to be home.