8am. Barcelona airport. Tiredness pulls at my body. My feet ache. The last two days have taken their toll. Trying to see a whole city in two days is like trying to squeeze the ocean into one little water bottle.
The tables fill up around us. A whole group of noisy families, all off on holiday together, all squawking across the tables, loud, fast and in Spanish. They take up every available space, overwhelming, like a tsunami about to hit. I can barely keep my eyes open.