Other One: End of transit day, beginning of a beautiful friendship?

Yesterday when I wrote that the day had even fairly uneventful, it wasn't exactly true.

In the taxi on the way to the airport Julie whacked me in the eye with her elbow. (She said it was an accident?). The Qantas flight attendant spilt wine all over me. The British Airways flight attendant showered me with chips. To cap it off I spent 30 minutes or so in Heathrow Airport's terminal three, an experience I will always remember. It was a delightful round trip of the terminal. It really was literally 'a round trip!" In one door, out the other. What a wonderful way to see England.

However when we got to Barcelona, things changed for the better. I met a very nice non English speaking taxi driver. Despite his lack of English and my doubtful Spanish we got along quite well. Unlike a previous encounter I had with a taxi driver who only spoke Spanish, this one didn't try to kidnap me, then keep me as a hostage by driving me around and around a roundabout. 

So at the end of the day I concluded that I really like Spain - I feel safe here!