...we have the last great breakfast and arrive quite late at the airport (because I was hoping to find churros - in vain!)
...I am pissed off by a local Iberia check in guy who threatens to slap me with excess baggage charges (no such problems in Brussels on the way in) so I stuff a lot of things in my pockets and wear three jackets. It helps.
...we say goodbye, I go to Madrid, dad flies to Warsaw, and make it to our respective homes and thus ends our beautiful Christmas adventure. To be repeated. Definitely!