The shopping trip ran fairly smoothly but was about three hours longer than I would normally spend on such things. El Corte Ingles has an amazing bed department with gigantic beds topped with great mountainous, sparkling white duvets, and pillows that look like clouds, soft, fuzzy throws and blow me if I didn't just feel like launching myself into midair and landing right in the middle of one with a satisying thluccckkkkaahh.
But Alice was in Susanna and Trini mode so I was whisked quickly by, and into the depths of coat hangers and rails. Alice finds it intensely amusing that I cannot actually see over the railings so spend most of the time in any department store pretty much lost and wandering around, what is for me, a maze.
But I found what I was looking for.
