I wake up after another long nap. As the pilot had warned, within twenty minutes we will be landing on Spanish soil once more. I peer sleepily out the window, seeing numerous clouds. I feel uncomfortable with the seat belt squeezing my bladder, and I will be relieved when I can finally unbuckle it.

My mother postponed the invitation to come with us on the same flight. She and Miguel— who will be on vacation— will arrive in a week together with Dr. Milton and his wife. Everything has been paid for by Hunter, without the slightest hesitation. I manage to convince my father to come to Barcelona, ​​even reluctantly....