I may have mentioned you could walk to Pisa airport and this is probably the only positive thing you could say about it. I joined the ‘convenient’ Ryan Air multi-flight baggage drop and queued for an hour behind an hysterical old woman whose husband had lost her handbag only to move through to a packed-out waiting hall. I sat on the floor by a power point and charged my iPod and checked my messages. I was checking my messages to find out where to meet Elle, who would be my traveling partner in Spain, when I arrived in Madrid. Ryan Air set off on time and thankfully landed on time, to a self-boasting company fanfare.