So. What has 17 degrees got to do with leaving Spain and arriving in Romania. Well might you ask. When we flew out of Malaga last night it was 17 degrees outside. When we landed in Bucharest (20 minutes early... we think the pilot was a Romanian cabbie in a previous life), it was MINUS 17 DEGREES! It did look a bit nippy from the plane window when we touched down and taxied past massive snow banks, so we took our cue from the locals who were shimmying into hat...