Stressful. Tiring. Adventurous. Noisy. Dry.
You can fill in the blank with whatever traveling is for you. We had fun at the airports, people watching. It’s amazing to see all the different sizes, shapes, colors that people come in. It’s fun to identify the different languages spoken or to translate a bit when we understand the language being spoken. We noticed that all the women who wore their sunglasses indoors were also wearing high heels. We noticed that those men wearing pants slightly too tight and too small, always seemed to be European (American men were typically wearing big shorts or baggie sweats and flip flops.) And here is what a typical American teenage boy looks like, at the airport:
We made it out of Boston and in to France. We ate delicious French patisseries and I had a lovely cafe. We slept on the flight from Paris to Barcelona. Navigating the Barcelona airport was not a problem: with signs in three languages and very obvious pictures, we would have to have been idiots -or very sleep deprived- not to “get it.” Bags retrieved and taxi hired, we were at our hotel in NO time.
Hotel Universal Barcelona on the Avinguda del Paral·lel. We arrived by 3 pm. Unpacked, cleaned up and walked for a while, finding our hotel very centrally located with easy walking to many sights and stores.