Home Sweet Home

So we saw Valencia burnt to a crisp, then we hightailed it to Madrid through the night.

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(Where did the statue go? We could not see anything for a few minutes.)

















(And, then, it was set to fire and burnt to the ground. After a few seconds of looking at it, we could not see anything because the particles from the statue were falling on us and the ashes were fall all over us. After a few moments of staring at the fire, everyone made a mad rush away from it. It was complete anarchy. Suzanne even found ashes in her purse the next day on the plane.)







We made it to the airport around 6 am and never had a chance to check into the hotel we reserved. We spent the next couple hours dealing with the car rental, checking in, and wandering around the airport, then finally took off on a 9-hour flight to Miami. Claimed our luggage there, did all the customs jazz, shocked our systems with fruit smoothies, caught up on the NCAA tourney, and boarded another plane to home. Around 8:15 (2:15 am in Spain), we arrived back at National Airport.

Stay tuned for our photo links and perhaps a few more stories that we have yet to write.