Turning Whine Into Barolo

Anne and I spent most of the car ride to O'Hare whining to Emma about the prospect of a 16-hour layover at the Madrid airport.  Twice daily calls to the American Executive Platinum desk proved futile in making an earlier connection and avoiding two consecutive overnight flights en route to Tel Aviv.  However, our sad-eyed request to a friendly Iberia ticket agent at ORD squeezed us on onto an earlier flight from MAD to TEL