People mean well. They really do.
“Is your company traveling Iberia Señora?” the lady at customs asks me. “No. I’m flying alone.” “Is your company flying Iberia Señora?” she asks again. What company? I look behind me to make sure there isn’t suddenly an entourage that has appeared as my “company”. Why is it so hot in here? I’ve had to … Read moreAscending To New Heights – I’m Almost Home