The Spanish are not well-known for their queuing, especially when they want to get to the airport in time! After 45 minutes waiting for a cab we eventually shared a taxi with two dodgy people and as we approached the airport I wasn’t sure if we would get the plane. With two minutes to go before the check-in closed we arrived at the airport, ran to the check-in and only just made it. Actually, the only reason why we made was through Carmen’s clear thinking.
On my arrival in London my brother Pieter (Pedro) was waiting as he is studying his Masters there. The following two days was spent doing final Christmas shopping with Piet. Although this was stressing it was nice to wonder around London again.



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