I just want to see one more person 46 it.

All the Bessman women have made it home from Spain. We only had to sacrifice one ham to get back into the U.S.

While there are many heartwarming tales of humor, joy and strife (most to be retold in the coming days) I'm just going to recount one quick one before I crash.

This very day the mum, sis and I found ourselves wasting time in the Madrid Airport. We took up residence accross the way from gate U46. On the row of chairs directly behind us there is an elderly woman recieving some unprofessional medical attention. Spain is on summer hours so real medical attention is silly to even think of. Suddenly a younger woman comes sprinting up with some sort of supplies. It seems the old lady tripped on her way off the moving sidewalk and did a header into the floor.

Now not 5 minutes after the old lady has been hauled onto another moving sidewalk a younger woman heavily weighed down by backpack and tote and such things does a flying, sliding bellyflop coming off the moving walkway. She must have travelled 6 feet horizantally. It was amazing.

So we spent the next 40 minutes waiting for another spill. There were a lot of close calls. Tripping, stumbling, good saves. And so the phrase forty-sixing was born out of the fun (at the expense of others) had at gate 46.

Classy Chicks.