Flying is like time travel.
This post is more than slightly inspired by the jet lag and the fact that I'm reading a novel about time travel right now (The Map of Time by Felix J. Palma if anyone's interested). I just can't help but be fascinated by the fact that I left SFO before 8 am and then arrived in Madrid before 8 am the next day. With the time time differences, two 6 hour flights resulted in a day of traveling.
Also, I have a new favorite airline. Aer lingus, which is an Irish company. I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of my flying experience. Ok, plugs aside, it's been a pretty great journey so far. *knocks on wood* We'll see how I feel later on. After all, it isn't that late back home. The time I would normally go to sleep isn't for another 3 hours, but by then I'll be in Spain. Until then, besos from over the Atlantic.