Having escaped completely from the first round of airport closures, many of Spain's northern airports have now ground to a halt, under this invisible cloud of volcanic ash. Angela and I breathed a collective sigh of relief realising that we had arrived back from the States in the nick of time, just a few days prior to flights being grounded. Well, maybe it wasn't a complete escape.....
On Friday morning Angela took to the skies again, but this time only as far as Madrid. Although the distance is only around 600km and just under an hour flying time, it takes a good 5 or 6 hours by car, and the train still remains an overnight journey! (And who says that Galicia isn't a remote corner of Spain?)
Angela is due to fly back on Tuesday evening, but despite meteorologists using computer models to predict which direction the ash cloud will travel, there is no guarantee at this moment in time that our local airports will be re-opened by then. Perhaps it's just as well there isn't too much going on in the Bodega at the moment, apart from a bottling scheduled for later this week.
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