I have lots more, which I'll post later; but for now, I've got to mentally prepare for another trip across the ocean--which was actually less than 7 hours long on the way over (I was wrong the other day when I said it was a 7 and 1/2 hour flight). We hit a patch of pretty violent turbulence getting here, which had me a little freaked out--and which even my husband the pilot, who flies across the Atlantic on a regular basis, said was a tad unusual. So I'm praying for a smooth ride back.
The colorful older gentleman who sat next to me on the trip over was a resident of Barcelona, and he did his best to convince me that I should stay behind and tell my husband to work the return flight back to the States and then come back and get me. One day was not enough, Ramon said, to appreciate all there was to see. He promised in his heavily accented English that he and his wife would show me around and make me fall in love with his hometown. When I laughingly said I couldn't do that, he gave me his business card and insisted that if the two of us ever come back, we must look him up and plan to stay (for at least five days) with him and his wife at their place. The people you meet!
I do wish we'd had more time to sight-see, but even though it was a bit of a whirlwind trip I'm so glad I decided to come along.