Against all odds, I was able to travel home for Christmas.
I had many flights canceled, since most European countries, terrified by the rapid spread of the new variant discovered in the UK, closed borders and restricted air travelling. But as we usually say in Valencia: “third time lucky”. My third flight was not cancelled and I arrived in Alacant on December 22nd, where my personal drivers (my parents) were waiting to take me home.
Since I was staying for a few days I was just carrying an empty 10-Kg-cabine bag, which I was hoping to fill with lots of winter clothes to cope with the cold weather in the UK. At this point I must say that when I first came in Oxford, I brought with me almost 30 Kg (two bags) of summer clothes, as if the weather in Oxford was the same as in Valencia. Not a smart move, I acknowledge. So, this time I had to bring with me at least 10 Kg of winter cloths, to make up for my first mistake.
For my surprise, my father had other plans for me. As usual at home, my father was planning to give me books for Christmas (best present without doubt, although my mother gave me an Italian coffee machine that is serving its purpose every morning). I told him that I could not carry lots of books, that I had 10Kg-weight-limitation. So, he told me that the 10-Kg-cabine bag I brought empty should be filled with books, at least up to 3 Kg. I was a bit doubtful (did not want to die frozen in the UK), but agreed when he told me: