Safe and sound in Spain

We made it safely to the south of Spain. At least the three of us did. My luggage, which contained all of my and Yelena's clothes, spent a night in Heathrow, then a taudry night in Madrid. Allegedly, it is downstairs at reception where Eli is retrieving it while procurring croissants. We were just making our way down south yesterday, but it was very embarrassing to be wearing the same baggy pants, nursing sweater and -- horror of horrors -- my white running shoes in public. Eli found it amusing since, when packing, I spent time debating which shoes to wear since nothing screams American like sneakers worn off the tennis court.

The sky is blue, the sun is bright and we can see the sea from our apartment here. Life is good.