Up Up and Away

According to the map, I am 23,500 feet in the clouds, 47 miles away and 26 minutes away
from Madrid. I sit in a window seat with the cover down because it's too friggin bright for my eyeballs. I started my period this morning. By the time I got to the airport, my cramps were a low hum of pain.  As I waited in the ticket and assistance line, my leg started to become numb. What kind of assistance did I need?  Apparently, I was too late to check-in... though I still had an hour before my plane took off. However, the lovely gentleman at the B3 British Airways desk was most kind and got me on the next flight, which was only an hour later than my original flight.
I'm not sure where I got the impression that London people were not friendly, the majority of the people I encountered have been extremely friendly. The flight attendant was quite sweet as I sputtered at the thought that a minuscule sip"organic" orange juice would cost 2.17 pounds. She went out of her way to bring me tap water.

 I thought I'd be bursting with excitement as I'm about to land in Madrid, however, I find myself fatigued more than anything. I suspect I may have overdosed on DayQuil and Advil. Daquil to combat a sore throat, chills, and general aches. Advil to fight off the cramps that were threatening my ability to walk toward my necessary gate.
 I'm in a drowsy fog, and I'm eager to breathe fresh air. My nostrils are sick and tired, of being sick and tired, of all this cold air 'round here. As we get closer to landing I see Madrid is a lot more brownish red than I had expected. From the view of the clouds, it seems the trees and bushes were planted in rectangular patches of red clay. Even the green is a bit brownish... As we head closer to the city I'm relieved by the litany of red rooftops I see. 48 hours late... I've arrived in Madrid!