Until Next Time (or lottery win)

Well there it goes. A month of unreal memories in the bag.

Stayed at a hotel last night in Madrid's finest suburban office park near the modern Barajas airport. Hotel Nuevo Boston is the second 10/10 accommodations that we've found, so we felt obligated to kick back by the pool for the afternoon and argue with the lifeguard about why she was not letting us seek shade. Perhaps she thought that Jessasita, my Portuguese wife, was immune to the sun.  

Naturally migrated to the hotel buffet (whaaaaat) at 9pm and ate our faces off before 14 hours of traveling. Flight to Frankfurt was easy and we had a spare seat - which is good as Graham's hips now occupy 1.25 regular seats, ate some Bratwurst at the airport and then loaded onto our Air Canada Rouge flight/sardine tin. Much to our pleasure, this was somehow not a Rouge flight but rather a real airplane with real flight attendants and tv's. Add in bulkhead seats, free wine, and excessive legroom and we're doing just fine! Still scratching our heads how it turned into a decent Air Canada flight. 

Thanks for reading along and if you're interested in financing our next trip to the South Pacific, please send post dated cheques to either one of us. 

Jess's final memory of Europe:

Graham tries to hop the moving sidewalk handrail in Frankfurt airport. Upper body makes it over, foot gets stuck under handrail. Desperate scramble as ginger faceplants onto tile floors with foot still in moving handrail. Nervous laugh, dented shin, sore ego.

Til EurAwesome2019 hits the Southern Hemisphere,

Jesserschnitzel + Grahamburgler