It is early June and I leave the aircon on high. I am driving two and a half hours from the airport to Monzón, the hometown of my wife María. My mother-in-law Pilar is to be buried this afternoon. I only brought an overnight bag with me and wore my suit on the early flight. María has been in Monzón since the previous month for the deathbed vigils. I am going for the night and flying home tomorrow at 12 noon. María and I had it planned for months, years even. Fionn, our son, is being look...
