By midnight we were showered and comfortably seated in a tapas restaurant in Barcelona with a plate of cheese, sausage, mushrooms and lots o' wine to wash it down.
And suddenly it didn't matter how the day started. Woof.
Or that we traveled for over 14 hours strait among just as many modes of transportation. Including EasyJet which should really be called AssholeJet. That was behind us. Also behind us was a table with a 9 year old. I am in a country where it's perfectly normal for a family to sit down to dinner at 1 am on a weekday. Hola Barcelonaaaaaa. Where have you been all my life?
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