Three weeks away from home is a lot, but much more do-able when two of those weeks are spent galavanting around the Alps in France and Switzerland.
|Not enough mustard.|
But then, the most insane thing happened. I noted my departure gate for Barcelona. I meandered over after a few minutes checking email in the Lufthansa lounge. I saw that the flight number wasn't a match--but thought nothing of it. They wouldn't have two flights to BCN leaving at the EXACT same time on the EXACT same airline, right? Wrong. Much to my shock, while boarding, the gate agent told a handful of us that we were at the wrong gate, and that our flight was boarding at a gate a good 15 minute run away. Of course it was. Uh, Lufthansa, get your shit together. Regardless, I made the flight and was the only person in Lufthansa's shitty business class.
The 5 days in BCN flew by. We were staying at a hotel right on the beach south of town--hard to get into the city, but nice to enjoy some sun and sand before and after work. The team I worked with was pretty great, so it was a nice way to wrap up work before 2 weeks off.
|A little beach time.|
|A new dress/shirt combo for some r&r before work.|
|Dressed and ready...with a large paraglider in the background.|