The TSA line in Boston took all of two minutes—practically a personal best. That left us with plenty of time to settle into the lounge for a glass (or two) of wine and a gummy…you know, as one does before a red-eye.
Our seats were a bit of a good news/bad news situation: exit row (legroom!) but middle seats (humility). Deb, however, was completely unbothered and slept through most of the flight—see photographic evidence (trust me, it’s Deb) below of her truly impressive sleeping form. I managed to get a little sleep myself. Despite a late departure, we landed in Madrid right on time.
From there, we collected our bags, rechecked them, and made our way to our Barcelona flight with time to spare—enough, importantly, for a proper lunch. Miraculously, we were both feeling pretty good for having just survived a red-eye.
The flight to Barcelona was easy, if a bit crowded. We both slept through most of it anyway, so no complaints. Once we landed, we grabbed our bags and were met by a driver from the hotel (a very civilized touch). After a quick refresh, we headed out to stretch our legs.
We wandered down Las Ramblas and along the water—such a perfect first glimpse of the city. Photos below to prove we were, in fact, there and not just hallucinating from lack of sleep.
For dinner, we found a charming little tapas spot (because when in Spain…).
And finally, around 10:00, we happily collapsed into bed.