When someone says to you, “Do you want to go to Spain for the Formula One Gran Prix?” You say yes and find the best way to get there! Formula One race in
Landing in Barcelona and I’m confused. I wake to hear the plane landing gear clanking open. I open the window and I see ocean. Ocean? Where are we? I don’t remember googling Barcelona
I wake from a sleepy airline haze, just connected from LAX (Los Angeles) to ZUR (Zurich), and after 10 hours on that flight, I’m finally tired enough to sleep. The thought of Barcelona