Got to bed about 12.30 after packing last night... case full to the brim with too much of everything as usual... taxi called for 5.30.. alarm set for 5am...
lovely jubbly.. but woke out of a lovely deep sleep, quick shower and out the door to the taxi..
Arrived at airport about 6ish.. checked in ok and went to security.. but they sent me back because of my tennis racket.. so I said that was it, the universe is conspiring against me and I shouldn't go at all!! but I got it checked in and proceeded to the gate..
I fooled myself into thinking that I deserved some items in the duty free.. after all I AM going on a Fitness "holiday''.. so got some perfume and some nice body wash and moisturizer...
Headed to the gate and was just getting some fruit (start as you mean to continue!!) for breakfast when I was struck lightly by a stray newspaper.. and there was Mr Magee, all spruced up in a suit heading to London.. so we sat and had our breakfast and a chat and he kindly walked me to my gate.
Boarded and found myself getting into a free set of bulkhead seats.. getting pretty good at securing the good seats..
Had some tea and what I considered would probably be my last taste of butter or sugar in a while.. a nice white chocolate muffin..
then watched "the Hangover"... pretty funny, but there was just something bizarre about watching that particular movie at 7.30 in the morning!!!
So arrived in Spain... and now am too shattered to get to the good bits, just suffice to say that I can feel every muscle in my body starting to rebel.. and my stomach is doing a JL on the dinner portion- "that was a lovely starter.. what's for mains"... . so will have to do Day 1 part deux tomorrow..
nighty night..
Annemarie
