January 1st, 2009
The kids escaped Madrid electing for a last (unplanned) night in a Parador. It was civilized heaven. The drive via Catalonia through the ever changing light and fog was like driving on mars, or being the last people alive. Very eerie, and somehow, wonderful.
The last people on the planet, that is, until we came upon the beloved Autogrill. I have no idea what Alfonso is doing here, but it’s born of absurd joy.