February 17, 2013 by allsho
Well, how can I do?
I’m not home, as simple as that. What I can show is random shots along the flight to Barcelona.
Apart from the incredible sunset I flew into, the only thing worth mentioning is the guy seated next to me; already bigger than me, apparently a top manager (why not in business class then?) with an impeccably ironed shirt, a woollen suit, and wide elbow span, he decided to take out his laptop and started typing extremely long sentences in the cells of an excel file (so, not really a top manager, right?). That made me turn towards the window, take cute photographs. And get a back pain.
But a good night’s sleep in Barcelona will do miracles.