Hola los pantalones

So we made it to Madrid. Actually through Madrid, as we are about to leave for Portugal tomorrow. Edie surpassed all expectations on the 14 hour flight from Bangkok. We were prepared to give her a free pass to let loose on even the biggest of tantrums once on the plane as - just by her mere presence in our entourage - many a rope barrier unhooked for us at the airport saving us from soul destroying queues at check in. But she pulled out another twig performance and woke towards the end of the flight refreshed and ready to make friends with anyone who would throw her a smile.
Madrid has been wonderful. We were met here by Beth and John (Edie's Aunt and Uncle living in Valencia - for readers not familiar with the extended family layout) and thankfully they were happy (John in particular) to fit into a baby travel routine (at least when recovering from jetlag) of, to be honest, a whole lot of sitting around an apartment, watching what seemed to be Spanish TVs equivalent of "Deal or No Deal" trying to work out just what the host intends to do with the rubber chicken he is wielding. I suppose in Australia the host of that show is enough of a rubber chicken that they decided to dispense with the prop.
Oh and we also go out  for tapa/ cerveza/ cafe con leche during the day (see photo proof below).

Edie has begun demonstrating a talent for falling asleep on bar and restaurant bench seats which cannot be relied upon but when it happens is a serious bonus. The, ah, not so gentle hum of spanish life seems to be perfect for at first a frenzy of stimulating sounds/ sights giving way to exhaustion and finally snooze-town.

Anyway, as you can see from this post, we have bought the camera and are not afraid to use it. So hopefully for those of you who (like me) prefer to read books with pretty pictures, this blog may now offer you something more to come back for. Hasta Luego amigos!