I got into Barcelona this morning at 9 a.m. Going through customs was quicker than navigating MCI. So, I found myself in the Barcelona airport with my 30 lb. pack and not a clue where to go or what to do next. I made an unsuccesful phone call. No answer. So, I was back to where I started. No contact. No clue what to do. So, I asked around, found a bus to take me to the city center. With a map in hand, I walked and walked and walked to find the Stoke bar. I thought there must be someone here who knows who I am or what I should be doing. So far no one does. But there’s free wifi and I’m just waiting to hear word.
Nothing interesting to report on from the flight over. I didn’t sleep for more than 20 min. and my back hurts. I’m getting too old for this. Naw. I’m just getting started