Made it to Barcelona today, uneventfully, all in all."Today" is a fuzzy concept. I woke up as usual at about 6am on Saturday, feeling vaguely achy and generally not all that up for getting on a plane for a really long time. Friday evening had been worse (see previous post). Still managed to throw the essentials in a suitcase and get to PDX to catch the Lufthansa flight out.
I'd forgotten how many people from work travel over to Europe, and how much sense it makes to leave on Saturday to be marginally rested for Monday meetings. Ran into a couple of friends at the airport, as well as a handful of other borg-dwellers who were headed across the pond.
It's now ... well, 2:15am on Monday in Barcelona, or 4:15pm on the West Coast of the USA. I napped for a couple of hours today, but otherwise haven't slept. I'm not all that tired, but will try to push myself into bed shortly in hopes of landing on Barcelona time tomorrow. There's a workshop I could attend for the conference, but I'll probably just see some sights instead. My first "official" event will be a cocktail party I really do need to attend tomorrow evening, and I'd like to be marginally coherent there, yes.
It's been funny trying to navigate with my Spanish in a city where spoken Spanish is markedly different and the primary language is Catalan - which I know not at all. I made it through dinner in Spanish, as well as requesting a loan of a power adapter (knew I'd forget something), but it's not the same as Mexico, no.
We'll see how tomorrow goes. For now, trying to turn an "afternoon nap" into a full night's sleep. More on Barcelona tomorrow, but for now - doing well, feeling great, happy to be here - but missing the kidlet terribly.
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