As our colds slowly wore off, the path of viral destruction we left in our wake no doubt widened (our most sincere apologies to those of you reading this who were caught in the outbreak). Alas we never made it up the tower, the weather never cooperated, but we we sure had a fine time anyway. The trip was almost "incident" free; I guess the worst thing to happen was my leaving my shoes in our hotel in Malaga, but they caught up with me in Granada. Flying British Airways home (instead of Northwest like last year) was the lap of luxury (free headphones and polite attendants).