So it’s Monday night. First night out of the country. And the boss asks me up to her room. Now I’ve seen the sit-coms and made-for-TV movies where this happens, but still this was all a bit new to my experience. So I’m there awhile. I’ve fixed her laptop and her curling iron, and it’s really not clear which she’s more grateful for. So as I’m leaving I’m thinking that maybe this isn’t really such a new experience after all.

It’s about 5pm here in Barcelona. That’s 11am for you east coast readers. I did mange to catch a few naps last night on the plane, but I’m reaching critical now. The goal is to stay awake until bedtime. But in truth I almost dozed off in my lunch.

The city here is beautiful. We are walking distance from the harbor, and it’s mostly street vendors and performance artists between here and there. It was a nice quick outing, but now I’m back in my room and ready to work.

Man! I want a nap…