Madrid plane crash
This post is about yesterday’s plane crash in Madrid. We were not on the plane (thank goodness), but we had departed from the same airport a few hours earlier.
Yesterday morning we got up early (still dark in Madrid at 6:30am), and went to the airport. Our flight left, without incident, for Mallorca at 9am. A few hours after we landed, we started hearing reports about the Spanair crash, and getting concerned calls from friends and family.
It is strange to have such a disaster in a place that we had just left. If we had taken an afternoon flight, and been at the airport during the crash, this would have been a huge and much scarier event in our lives. I don’t know if we would have been brave enough to get on our plane, even after the airport reopened.
As it is, we are grateful that we are safe, and in Mallorca.
The island is ruggedly beautiful (particularly where we are staying, up in Port de Soller), and is overrun with German and British vacationers. It is like a more elegant version of Daytona Beach or Cabo, with tapas. In late August, what did we expect?
The house we are staying in (courtesy of our dear friends, Rudi and Christiane) is perched high above the madding crowds, on a steep hillside overlooking the harbor. The kids have been in the pool more or less continuously since we arrived, and we watched a magnificent sunset from the terrace of a nearby restaurant last night. Mallorca is very nice.
We will write more later. In the meantime, we are glad to be OK, and glad to be in Mallorca.