I kept telling myself that we would be here any minute and reminding Paul that we had to take advantage of every Evanston moment because we would be here so soon but i am still having a hard time settling with the fact that we are here and we will not be returning anytime soon.
We had two flight delays and two disgusting Continental meals but we got in safely and Josè was still waiting patiently for us in Barajas ready to take us to our new temporary home. As soon as we entered the home he whipped out the best chorizo and cheese from Galicia! I had to pace myself and remember those 15 pounds that I packed on the last time I was in Spain in order to control myself. It already feels like Spain. José is always so good to us.
It will still be a couple days until this jetlag hang over wears off. Until then our lives will consist of sleep, cheese, sleep, chorizo, sleep, walks around the centro. The apartment searching can wait.