Unplanned Day

It is certainly a good thing that today is the wasted day. I have spent much of the time playing with this logging software from my phone and re-doing it over and over. But I have learned that the save button is my friend.

It is about this time that the flight from Vancouver is looking better and better. The original flight connection from Seattle to Frankfurt was re-scheduled to WA D.C.  Our connections with Fred's Aunt and Uncle did not work out, so we slept in late ( by East Coast standards).  

 We made it to the airport early and after taking the escalator with our bags,   I thought of Carol and her choice of stairs over automated lifts and went back to climb them twice more so far.  Raema and Diane if you are reading this, I am thankful to you and the early morning class and will credit your help in my ability to run up and down twice without stopping.

We have arrived in Barcelona, used the city bus to the street of our hotel and are now ready to start the day.  Our bodies think it is midnight in Tacoma but the day is starting here.  Fred did his homework and we are finally ready to start this adventure.