American Airlines flight 94 to Madrid: We're flying free: frequent flyer and really, as I say in the caption, the plane seems impossibly small to fly over the Atlantic. Suffocatingly crowded. We are all together, the miserable ones.
The serenity of Jerez is so welcome after the flight and the 3 trains we took to get here: unwinding from one plaza to the other. This one is Plaza Rafael Rivero. We stop for tapas and fino.
Keeping track of the path of horror-hurricane Sandy across New York and feeling very far away from our home in Brooklyn. Lantern light: raining over Casa Rosaleda in the barrio of Santiago in Jerez.