trip's start SFO -> MSP MSP -> KEF KEF -> LHR LHR -> VAL VAL -> IBZ Our Finca Cala Benirràs Omi Marga's Car Casa Puerto Allegre Cala Xarraca Sant Joan de Labritja Cala Benirràs II Santa Gertrudis de Fruteria Santa Eulària des Riu 2005 Ibiza: Danny's House Café ECO Fruits & Veggies Sant Antoni de Portmany Cana Joana Eivissa Cuidad Cala s'illot des Rencli Kaddish Paella Eivissa Cuidad II Benirrás Drumming Platges de Portinax island drive 2005 Ibiza: Platges de Portinax II El Pato Restaurant IBZ -> BCN BCN -> LHR to Iceland...
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2005 Ibiza: Valencia (VAL) to Ibiza (IBZ)
Friday 23 September 2005, continued
I look forward to the first caffe con leche on Spanish soil, usually at Madrid-Barajas (MAD), but this trip we're at a new airport, Valencia (VAL). The café here has much less impressive machine-made coffee, which is still much better than nothing at all.
Tiredness is beginning to take its toll. Everyone is feeling the wear and tear of the many legs of our trip, of dragging our carry-ons around, and the interrupted and abbreviated sleep. But we have to keep up our good humor and make it for just a little longer.
I treat all the kids to ice cream, and the adults muddle through some sort of refreshments.
Even though I book longer layovers (to deal with the scheduling mistakes made by the airlines) this one is quickly over, and before long we're on a shuttle bus taking us to our fifth plane of the day. The kids love the shuttle buses almost as much as the planes. There's so much one can see from the bus.
A happy but bleary Isaac on the shuttle bus.
Another treat for urban kids: the chance to board a plane from the tarmac. The bus drops us all off, and we mill about, waiting for our chance to climb up the stairs. The darkness of the night, the roar of near-by jet engines, and the bright lights make everything even more exciting.
Lila pulls out her favorite book of the moment, Dogger. Time to read to her.
Across the aisle, Isaac and Rose prepare for yet another take-off. Time for leg five, to Ibiza (IBZ), one of the Belearic islands. It's a very short trip, perhaps 40 minutes. Less?
The trip is short, and customs even shorter. Before long we're happily ensconced in a land-cruiser driven by Uncle Daniel. Even late at night the air is warm, the air smells of flowers, and the feeling of more flights to go is mercifully absent. We're here for a while... ahhhh.
We head out of the airport parking lot, ticket in hand, with Felicia in a rental VW behind us.
Time to drive north from this southern part of the island. It's about 20 km (12 mi) to check out our Finca, the converted farmhouse in which we'll be staying.
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