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It’s a bit of a shame really. I quite enjoyed the role of the naive native who, at the age of 27, had never even been on an aeroplane. I’ve just got back from Barcelona, and I’ll admit I’m not a huge fan of flying. It’s not that it’s particularly scary (I have too much faith in statistics for that), it’s more that it’s unpleasantly alien. You don’t experience g-forces in the z-axis while on the earth’s surface, and I can’t say I’m particularly fond of my head being pushed into my neck. I do hope I’ll become accustomed to it - my New York itinerary includes a 24-hour round trip. Still, there is something quite beautiful about seeing the tops of clouds for the first time, and it was of course ridiculously fast.
As for Barcelona itself, well, I’m sure you can paint your own picture. Hot, beautiful, touristy. Pickpockets and prostitution. I’d been appointed as the official Spanish speaker thanks to a decade-old GCSE. Never again. I’m thinking of Tokyo in 2007, but I’ll be damn sure to learn the language if I do.
Categories: aeroplane, flying, barcelona, holiday
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