Un Comienzo Dificil

If adventure is at all synonymous with challenge, then I have already found what I was looking for! Gracie began to feel sick as we were waiting for our flight last night at JFK. By the time we arrived in Barcelona this morning her headache and vomiting were so bad that she had to be escorted off the plane in a wheelchair. 

This left me alone to collect and carry both our backpacks and use my very-limited Spanish to figure out Plan B for the day. (Plan A had been to immediately catch a train for Pamplona, where we had reservations for the night.) The airline and airport staff were tremendously kind and helpful and forgiving of my botched Spanish. 

We got a room in a decent hotel in a Barcelona suburb, where we both promptly fell into a deep sleep. (On top of everything, I got almost no airplane sleep and had some serious jetlag.)

Late in the afternoon, when Gracie was well enough for me to leave, I ventured out. I explored the area a bit, picked up some food at a little supermercado, and found a nice sidewalk cafe where I enjoyed TWO cafe con leches. In my opinion, there isn't much that good coffee can't fix, or at least improve. Things are looking up.