It’s good that Amy and I had to take the bus this morning into the airport. We figured out the timing (1 hour from door to door to Terminal 4), the bus fare, and the shuttle. Now Amy won’t be so stressed when she flies out on the 2nd, since I can’t go with her to the airport.
This is what I wrote in my journal about today’s events, since I got tired of writing in narrative form:
Jolting under the earth on rattly metro cars.
Walking laden with luggage.
Staring out the window at old buildings galore.
Listening to rain hit the umbrella’s bright shade.
Riding the escalators to Mont Juic’s Estadiu Olympic.
Reading the history of the games in Barcelona.
Drinking bottled water (I asked for tap) at a Chinese owned Spanish restaurant.
Reading notes from home on free internet.
I hope tomorrow doesn’t rain.
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