We left New York Friday afternoon, arrived in Dublin 4:30 Saturday morning, and then made our way to Málaga a few hours later, arriving home around 12:45. By 7:15 p.m. we had already been out to dinner and home again. No 9 or 10 p.m. Spanish dining for us tonight. It’s now 8:15 and I’m ready for bed.
I’ve never heard of a flight from New York to Europe being referred to as a red-eye. In the United States the term is reserved for overnight flights from the West to the East Coast. But, given what my right eye looked like when I woke up Friday morning in New York, any flight I took would have been a red-eye.
The eye is nothing to worry about. It happens to me every so often and will pass within a few days. I took the photo this afternoon and it already looked better than it had in the morning and not nearly as bad as it has on other occasions. Still, John Sebastian’s song, “Red Eye Express,” has been playing in my head for more than 24 hours. So, now it can play in yours, too. As John says, “It’s the one all the boys in the band like best.”
Stay tuned for just a little more from Brooklyn. Next up: “Diner Dining and Doggy Bags” (or something like that).
|DUBLIN AT 4:30 A.M.|
|SO NICE TO COME HOME TO. MÁLAGA BEFORE NOON. (CLICK TO ENLARGE.)|
|UNTIL NEXT TIME. ANOTHER GLIMPSE OF THE BEAUTIFUL DOWAGER DUCHESS
(AND HER DEEP PURPLE NAILS).