We got the airport as planned; not even 10 minutes later we were pass sequrity and on our way to the gate. Liz felt asleep by the time we got to the airport's play area; but we made most of being in over there and got chocolate covered nuts, which amazingly enough she later knew to ask about.
Between the boarding and 2-3 hours into the flight Peter was not quite his usual happy self, to put it in kind words. Lucky for me Debbie, a nurse and a grandmother of four, was my backseat neighbor. She not only did not sigh and puff about the obscene amount of noise that Peter was making, she actually volunteered to help!
Debbie was taking her oldest grandson Alexander to Italy (Alexander's choice). She with her husband instituted a tradition to go abroad with each of the grandchildren on the summer of the 11th birthday to a place of their choice.
Peter eventually passed out and slept for the rest of the flight. Liz was sitting several raws ahead from us with Conor. From what I got from him, the flight was mostly calm but sleepless.
In Madrid airport we made it past passport and security checks just in time for the boarding. We had some memorable flight mates on that flight. I am sure that there is a cleansing station in purgatory that involves a long flight with laud and fidgety Spaniard tweens. It was lucky for us that we were all hit really hard with Jet Leg during that short but unbelievably loud flight.
From airport we took and express train into London. Cab dropped us of at a hotel, where we were first assigned a room on the 6th floor in a building with steep flight of stairs and no elevator, but then were upgraded to a basement apartment.
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