(Barcelona) I have never been a person who adapts particularly well to change, and my sleep habits are especially prone to disruption when I travel. As I write this I have been up for three hours in the middle of the Iberian night, waiting for the dawn.
Part of my problem is that I just cannot sleep on an airplane, and my transatlantic trip yesterday was no exception. By the time I arrived at Charles de Gaulle Airport (CDG, for those of you who like airport acronyms) in Paris, I had been awake something like 45 of the previous 48 hours (I also slept little my last night in Ohio). I managed to get about four hours of sleep last night, but I awoke about 2:00 am local time.
Thus, I will take some more sunrise pictures, disinterestedly watch CNN Europe and Sky News for the third consecutive hour, and wait impatiently for the hotel´s breakfast cafe to open so I can get some coffee.
And I will curse the sleep gods who mock me.