The last 13 days

...are going excruciatingly slowly.

We made the decision to skip ahead to Leon because we were ailing and wouldn´t have been able to finish on time. Unfortunately, by doing so we ensured that we´d finish extremely early. We were banking on the fact that we could fly stand-by to go home earlier than our scheduled flights (Aug. 7th), but unfortunately all flights are completely booked. So, we are stuck.

We spent a week in London, which was great in a lot of ways. It was a vacation, we got to see lots of cool things and go places that would ordinarily have required a transatlantic instead of a transmediterranean flight, but it meant we were spending way more money than we had originally intended to. We had to book a flight back to Spain and then we decided to take some day trips to some of my favorite small towns (that I had visited just 5 weeks prior). Then, amid the endless string of days of travelling and living out of suitcases and hotels we lost track of time and magically it was Friday, our last day in Madrid, almost time to head back home to sleep in our own bed, to be with our families and animals and belong to our own culture where we know the unspoken rules and have minimal awkward interractions. Except, as you can probably read at the top of this blog entry... it´s still Thursday. Tomorrow I will not wake up and head to the airport, get my passport stamped and head back to the familiar. It´s like Groundhog Day, and we have seen and done all there is to do in Spain. At this point we are so Spained out that our (non-confirmed) trip to Costa Rica nest summer is looking better and better just because it´s not Europe.

Sorry to be writing on such a down mood. I´m ready to go home, rest for a couple of days and then head back to work. This limbo nonsense is just really grating on my patience.