We made it.

As many of you know, sometimes when you're in the middle of a journey, it doesn't feel like you ever will. But eventually, there are no more planes, no more bags to collect, no more shuttles to catch. You make it home, drop your bags in the entryway, and just relax.

And it feels fantastic.

We are finally back in Madrid, relaxing in our hogar. I realized on Wednesday night how unbelievably awesome my bed is. I'm sure the kids thought the same as well. (Sorry LuAnn, I love staying at your house, but I'd like to take that bed, drag it out in the field, and ritualistically light it on fire.)

That first night we slept solid because we were exhausted. Thursday night was the inevitable jet leg ("Dear God, why can't I sleep!?! Ahh! Why won't the kids sleep!?!? What? It's time to go to work? Ahh, this sucks!") night. But then Friday night was perfect.

And finally, we're here physically as well as mentally. We made it.

The trip was typical. Jess has now banned Air Canada from all future itineraries. Which is funny since she was the Air Canada superfan who pushed for it on this trip. I figured the equipment and service couldn't be any worse than United so I agreed. Well, surprisingly, it was worse (although not by much). They screwed up our seats, the food was terrible, and they lost one of our bags.

In fact, we are still waiting on our bag to be delivered. The airline thinks it'll arrive at our house by 10pm, but they haven't been right about much so far. Oh well, it doesn't really matter, after all it's only stuff.