I have a very special relationship to Madrid's Barajas airport. Every time I am there I get a call that someone from my family is sick. No different this time.
But in the series of my business trips to Madrid, the temperatures increased and increased and now we are at 36 degrees Celsius (upper 90s F) and while walking down the tunnel to the plane, sweating and longing for some AC air, there is this lady in front of me with only ankle long jeans and self made woolen socks.
But supposedly she was more right in her prediction of the actual season than me in my summery pants suit. Reaching the seat on the plane, I hardly ever leave my ipod out of my ears long enough to hear the horrible elevator music most airlines are playing. At Iberia though it is different. It is July and in addition to the socks from a few minutes ago, I hear a christmas song and I wonder whether I missed something. I guess so. Considering the weather and the temperatures in Germany, it is closer to Christmas than anything else. So... Ho, ho, ho!
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