100 Words a Day 119

He could hardly wait disembark. After hours on the cramped jet, they had landed. After what felt like forever, they deplaned. He stepped off and was greeted by a familiar smell, the smell of Barajas. It brought a tear to his eye, that familiar smell. He didn’t even mind the long walk past numerous defibrillators. Customs was a long wait; longer than last time. He shifted his weight restlessly, waiting for his turn to get his passport stamped. Finally it was. Eventually he made it out the sliding doors. He took a deep breath and smiled. He was in Spain.