My adrenal glands better be in top form, because I'm going to be banking on them tonight. The story starts last night really back in Barcelona. I remember lining up at Quinze Nuits at about 9:30, and it was 10:30pm by the time we were seated. Dinner really was good, because by the time I bid adieu to my new friends, my watch read 12:30am. I still had to do laundry, and there were a few problems with that. One involved me forgetting a map of Barcelona in a pocket and having to repeat a rinse cycle. Another involved the washing machine door refusing to open at the end of a cycle. Add in my shower, drying (European dryers are painfully slow), packing and general last minute stuff, it was 5am by the time I was
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