
It's a mammoth task, getting 25 students across Europe, and as polite as people try to be, 'other' people complicate stuff. We left just after 1pm, having been waved off by the Deputy Head, and drove in the sunshine to Stansted airport. Security is tight at UK airports, and when Becky had her sandwich taken and tested for drugs and explosives, we knew we'd be a while. With belts and shoes back on,
we I got the last Starbucks fix and then the queue to get on the plane. Ryanair was perfectly acceptable, but the fanfare through the plane's sound system on arrival was a bit much -
"Yet another Ryanair flight on time" we were told.
"Uh...great." We thought.
A bit of a queue to get through passport control, and we heard the screams of our waiting Spanish hosts. I've never had that before. Screams. It was like we were 25 X-Factor winners. Many hugs, photos, and handshakes followed before we left the airport and headed home.
Fish, potatoes and salad was my initial Spanish dish, in a very welcoming and helpful ( I don't speak Spanish) family.
School tomorrow, another update then...
Hasta manana!