Reprieve

As we walked through the Madrid Airport late on Friday night, Buster learned that we would all have to have covid tests done before we returned to the United States. Righteous indignation wafted off him the entire trip to the apartment.

All of us had various degrees of anxiety about the testing itself and the possible results.

I’m thrilled to report that the women at the testing center were kind and gentle. (Incredibly important when scraping a long, thin prong inside someone’s nose.)

And though they said the results would take an hour, the email was waiting for me by the time we walked back to the apartment.

We’re all negative for covid and the air of relief that sailed through the apartment was a delight.

Checked in for our flight, transportation to the airport arranged, final load of laundry washed, we can relax and enjoy our last 18 hours in Madrid.