As expected, the Miami to Madrid flight was very difficult. My older daughter, Camila, did wonderfully, but the younger one, Isabel, was a terror. After a long period of inconsolability, she finally fell asleep on the floor of the airplane. Not ideal, but at that point it was whatever it took to make the screaming stop (the nearby passengers agreed: one smiling face gave us tylenol and reese's pieces- thank you ). This lasted about an hour, then we repeated the cycle. She got about 2 hours sleep total. The next day she was a zombie.
We took taxis to our room, which is small, but clean and in a central location (Barrio Santa Cruz). Our sleep cycles are in shambles. The kids were up at 2am this morning, then fell back asleep at 5am. We all then slept until about 11am. Siesta here is from about 2pm to 5pm, so we haven't had much time to get anything done. We are trying to find a realtor to help us locate a more permanent apartment. Once we find something and settle in I am sure it will get easier.
We are off to Parque de los Principes so the girls can blow some steam off. Then maybe a few tapas (we will be the early birds). Hasta Luego, Dave.
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