preparations

SFO -> JFK

JFK -> BCN

Barcelona

marketplace

Casablanca

Gran Canaria

Our first stop on the way to Casablanca was John Fitzgerald Kennedy Airport (JFK) in New York City. For some reason I couldn't find any direct flights to Madrid.

Meeting us at JFK is my Dad, who is meeting Isaac for the third time. (Dad was there at the bris milah and when Isaac was three months old.)

A while ago, while on another trip through JFK, Dad delivered a steaming grocery bag full of our food from our favorite Indian restaurant, Krachi in New York's Village (on the corner of Broome and West Broadway, if memory serves). Not this time.

After a time with Dad - mostly spent in lines and a bit in an airport café - we begin the next leg of the journey, JFK to Barcelona (BCN).