I had a strange feeling when we came to the counter and our luggage got a "ticket" all the way to London, but we only to Madrid, because something was wrong at the receiving end of the computer. Yes it was: British airways was on strike when we arrived Madrid, all flights cancelled. When my sister sent me a message from London asking how many beers they had to drink before we came, I answered that they would probably get quite drunk. No tickets before the next evening, but I put on my saddest face and said that my sister had come from Norway to London to meet me, and that I hadn't seen her for a year, and that I was going to New Zealand and wouldn't see her for another year, and then they found a ticket at least earlier - but the next day. Erik says it's not fair the way we women do that. We got our luggage - and that was lucky, because mine was damaged and the tag off. Then they sent us off to a hotel. It was new and posh. I'll try to post some pictures. We dined with a family from Bolivia and a nice guy from Argentina. He spent another hour telling us about politics in those countries - me asking.
