Arriving at Barcelona, the beautiful airport was stuffy and the walk quite long (now that I’m using a backpack instead of a wheelie). The bus to the city took about 40 minutes with some traffic. With a one hour time difference flying to the east, it was a bit late. I got some milk and had some muesli as my dinner before retiring.
Tonight in Barcelona represents another one-night stopover. Last night Lisbon, tonight Barcelona. All in the name of great airfares and de-risking a self-connect (respectively).