Adios! Adeu! Aurvoir!

The girls are gone. We successfully made it to the airport two and a half hours before their flight. I am so glad.
I'm also happy to not have to hear anymore jokes about setting "10 alarms" or "waking up on time, this time."
When we arrived in Lloret we had to go to the Police Station to get my Spanish I.D. That took about two hours. Waiting in a small room with 20 other foreigners wasn't our idea of a nice morning but we got it done and my official I.D. will be here in 45 days. We were told this after the old police officer asked if I was related to Karl Malone. Is he really still popular?

We stopped over at El Romani for some bravas and now we're home, enjoying the quiet peacefulness of our house. Joan is reading his Aviation magazine and I wanted to take the time to begin updating my blog more frequently. We only have today and tomorrow left of vacations but it might as well be just today. Tomorrow I need to make sure the house is clean, laundry done and stuff, Joan will need to refresh my memory on making IDs for Cavok since I will start Thursday with him and we will have to make a budget for September and figure out which bills to pay. We also need to get our flight tickets for December, get all my paperwork from my doctors in the states, contact Northwest (again) about my transcripts and probably a hundred more things I haven't realized it.

I promise to update with highlights from the trip with the girls and upload pictures too.


Adios