The Airportline: Observations

Airportline is in Altea. That is in Spain. Where the motorbikes cry up the hills, where the sun is burning my Swedish legs and where English is just a language like any language. And, where everyone drinks Amstel. Yes, its messed up. Me and my reading family are hiding in an apartment with reading material to last us through a war. We even carry the latest Harvard Business Review. We call it holiday and it taste like the sweetest kiss of relaxation you´ve ever tasted.