Good morning from Madrid! My red-eye from Nashville (via four-hour layover at IAD, an airport almost as horrible as my arch-enemy DFW) landed at 8 a.m. yesterday. Because I can’t sleep on planes—an unfortunate defect for someone who travels as much as I do—I’ve been walking around in a jetlagged Twilight Zone of the mind for the past 36 hours or so. The…
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