Travelling.

A long day of getting back to la Isla bonita, starting at 4am and finally arriving at 8pm, all with no sleep the night before. My brain doesn’t run properly on lack of sleep. Thanks to Monarch going bust last year there are no affordable direct flights to the NW of England, so I have to do a double hop (or limp) via Barcelona - sounds glam but El Prat airport is miles out of the city and hosts sensory overload on a massive scale. After 6 hours of lights and reflections and noise and shops I can’t afford to shop in, it was good to get on the slightly delayed short flight back here. This is the only picture I managed to take today amidst massive stress and brain fatigue - a love letter on a sick bag courtesy of Vueling.
And.... relax.