There was the sound of Spanish voices all around her and, even though it was not really very much hotter than the temperatures she had been used to in Sydney during the summer, there seemed to be a different tang in the air.There did not seem to be any trouble with customs and any luggage they had brought with them was left at the airport to be sent on later. It seemed only a few minutes before they were installed in a luxurious cream-coloured, chauffeur-driven car and being whisked away from the airport.She could not help a surreptitious glance at the man who sat on the other side of Peter. She was entering his world now, and perhaps when she saw the background he came from she might be able to understand him a little better - not that she would ever really like him, she told herself quickly, as if she might have needed reminding on that point, then she turned her attention to the window again.They were approaching Madrid now, and she knew straight away that she was going to like this city, even if she did not like one of its citizens.
