
On paper it is beautiful in its simplicity, get on a plane in Sydney at 6:00am on Fools Day and arrive at Madrid at 8:30pm that same day. But what looks like 14 and a half hours is actually 23 and a half hours of travel – 14 hours to Dubai, 90 minute transit, 8 hours to Madrid.

And lockdown has meant there’s very little media content that we haven’t seen, so aside from rewatching Moana – hey it’s our thing, don’t judge us – there was little stimulation. Did I mention that Emirates decided that we had to keep the window blinds down the WHOLE WAY! We all knew there was sunshine out that window, we just weren’t allowed to see it.

In the last few hours to Madrid, James just couldn’t stay awake any longer
Despite only grabbing an hour of sleep here and there, we were actually in pretty good shape when we landed in Madrid just as the sun was setting. Madrid is a lovely airport. The passport staff smiled and made jokes as they quickly stamped our documents and waved us through. Even the health check staff were friendly and super organised which meant a whole A380 of passengers was processed in no time. I was having nightmares about past experiences where you have to wait an hour or more at passport control (thank you Heathrow).

Exhausted we took an exciting taxi ride into Madrid. Who knew a Prius could hit 130kmh? We’re staying at the NH Atocha, just apposite Madrid’s main train station. We travel by train to Pamplona tomorrow. It’s cold, 8 degrees, but we are so happy to be here in this beautiful city. After a very late dinner, James insisted we try Spanish McDonalds, we finally get to bed around 10:30pm. Tomorrow Spain awaits.