Wednesday, June 11
It is still so weird and quiet here, but the kids appear to be having a fantastic trip. The chaperones send pictures throughout the day, and Lucia and Greta occasionally text us (today it was to ask for more money). They're still in Madrid; today they were at the Prado. The photos show happy, smiling travelers. It seems like a nice group of kids. Andrew and I worked all day and then went up to the pool for a bit. Then we went out to a delicious dinner at Fish Nor Fowl. My favorite kind of dinner--lots of snacky things, plus mussels. It was a great meal. (I would have liked a cocktail. Instead, I had a mocktail. These things are not the same. But alcohol just seems like poisoning my already poisoned body, and I still can't bring myself to drink anything at all. Maybe in a few weeks/months I'll feel differently, but maybe not.) Nutmeg is reacting negatively to Greta's absence and won't let me pet her, even though she's been following me around. Tonight she foll...