After Saturday night’s surprise visit from the pizza delivery man, I was hoping I’d be tired enough last night to catch up on some sleep.
Following an early flight to Barcelona for work, a solid few hours working in my hotel room and a long walk around town, I felt ready for bed. After nipping out for a late lunch / early dinner, of course. I went to Bacoa, which had come highly recommended every time I googled places to eat out alone in Barcelona.
I wasn’t disappointed. Excellent food, relaxed atmosphere and a full belly guaranteed.
I enjoyed a wander around town, taking in the sunshine and impressively blue skies. I was possibly the only person taking photos of it – everyone else seemed to be taking selfies!
After a walk back to the hotel, a spot of TV and a shower, I got into bed and read for a while. Only then did I notice just how noisy my room was. I always (nearly always) stay in the same hotel in Barcelona, and realised that I’m usually placed in a room on a much higher floor. Last night, I was on the second floor, directly over the main entrance. Cue the noise of taxis. coming and going at all hours of the night.
So, not much sleep was had.
So one of the first things I did when I got to my client’s office was head straight to their excellent coffee machine and start the dark nectar flowing…
I had a pretty full-on day with clients and have arrived at Barcelona airport to find my flight delayed by an hour. I am far from amused, but trying to make the best of it. For start, I bought an upgrade, so I can eat on the plane. I’ve also come to the (not so great) “Sala VIP” to get a seat, wifi and some nibbles while I wait. If I’m honest, I take the projected take-off time with a pinch of salt. I may be here for some time, so I might as well get comfortable.
And all the time hoping I get some sleep this evening…