Tristan, fresh from the pool, is excited about all the survival rations that the packers would not pack. Great! MREs save me the trouble of cooking.
The packers went through every box, bag, pouch and pocket, including Troy's various carefully-packet first-aid kits. My entire spice collection is going to my neighbor. No food allowed. And any camping tool that cuts has to go in our luggage. That is a lot of weight.
Troy skipped out on the heavy cleaning day to have lunch with the Brits and Aussies. We sent him this picture to say that he owed us.
While the boys were distracted with MREs, we snuck out for sushi at my favorite rooftop terrace. You can see Madrid in the background.
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