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I can’t say I’ve actually arrived yet… bags were late – a day, and my forex hasn’t yet been authorised by the bank. It seems that they are happy to sit on my money for a while. I won’t name it just jet, but it’s a bank with a TLA.

So the flight was nothing special, although notably, the drinks are bigger on a BA flight, ask for a wine, you get two wines; ask for a beer, two beers. This is to stay in line with the oversized drink portions served in the UK in general. Or it’s just lazy air hosting. We did arrive 1.5 hours late into Heathrow, and I did think to myself ‘I hope they manage to get my bags onto the connecting flight to Barcelona’. Ok not those exact words, it was more a feeling. Without words…

Fears were realised as I slowly became the last one standing at the conveyor belt.

I’ve also been struggling a lot with jetlag. Today I walked for about 7 hours before realising I was so beyond tired that I finally went home to have a nap. Couldn’t sleep so decided to explore again. I’m absolutely positively here for the spanish cultural experience, but in my depleted jetlag state these two small reminders of home were comforting: