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    <title>¡Bon dia des Barcelona! (Things I would have Twittered if I had had the time.)</title>
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    <published>2007-09-22T08:42:17-05:00</published>
    <updated>2007-09-22T08:43:48-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Laura Scott</name>
    </author>
    <category term="airlines" />
    <category term="Drupal" />
    <category term="DrupalCon" />
    <category term="DrupalCon Barcelona 2007" />
    <category term="events" />
    <category term="travel" />
    <category term="Twitter" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Sunday night, 8:35pm<br />foundnd passport that has been missing for several months.</p>
<p>Sunday night, 8:35:05pm<br />realized that I can now go to <a href="http://barcelona2007.drupalcon.org/">DrupalCon Barcelona 2007</a>.</p>
<p>Sunday night, 8:36pm <br />opened up Orbitz, Expedia and Travelocity to look up airfares....</p>
<p>Sunday night, 8:42pm <br />agonizing over how much they've gone up.</p>
<p>Sunday night, 11:38pm<br />bought round-trip plane ticket.</p>
<p>Sunday night, 11:47pm <br />realized that I am indeed going to Barcelona. The usual pre-travel anxiety is setting in. Ack!</p>
<p>Monday, 10:57am<br />trying to do all the things that I would have taken a week to do, had I had a week before leaving.</p>
<p>Monday, 5:00pm <br />managed to cover the entire todo list. now going for essential manicure/pedicure. </p>
<p>Monday, 5:05pm<br />Reveling in the foot bath and massage.</p>
<p>Monday, 6:12pm<br />got home and had a glass of wine.</p>
<p>Monday, 7:23pm<br />started packing.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 12:35am<br />stopped packing. (Not finished, but somewhat close. I'm terrible at packing.)</p>
<p>Tuesday, 4:45am<br />got up and showered</p>
<p>Tuesday, 8:05am<br />got through Denver International Airport security. Not much of a crowd but we had to walk all the zigs and zags of the line. Disneyland.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 8:45am<br />sat down for a Wolfgang Puck pizza. Just about the earliest I've ever eaten a fresh-baked pizza!</p>
<p>Tuesday, 10:45am<br />Wheels up.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 3:45pm<br />Landed in Philly.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 4:10pm<br />Walked a mile through the airport to the international terminal. Thankfully all behind security.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 4:30pm<br />Airline agent okayed my first-class upgrade request. Now $500 poorer.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 6:17pm<br />Taking my seat in first class. A glass of champagne and four feet of &quot;legroom&quot; ... Not regretting those $500 one bit!</p>
<p>Tuesday, 7:05pm<br />Plane still has not taken off. Apparently a radio is defective.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 7:20pm<br />All passengers were offloaded from the plane. We're told we can get $10 off for &quot;dinner&quot; at McDonald's down another terminal.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 7:45pm<br />Stopped at a restaurant after walking a mile. Ordered a wine and salmon dinner.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 8:30pm<br />Airline has changed estimated departure from 9:30pm to 10:30pm.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 8:32pm<br />Airline worker just announced that they may not be able to fix the plane and have to cancel the flight.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 8:36pm<br />The plane has been fixed. Everyone is crushing back onto the plane.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 9:15pm<br />Plane is getting in line for take-off.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 9:40pm<br />Wheels up.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 10:15pm<br />Looking forward to more wine and filet dinner.</p>
<p>Wednesday, 1:00am<br />Reclined almost flat. Going to sleep now.</p>
<p>Wednesday, 11:55am<br />Touchdown in Barcelona.</p>
<p>Wednesday, 12:35pm<br />Wow! Passport check was fast, my bag came around the conveyor quickly, and customs just ignored me as I walked by. Getting a cab.</p>
<p>Wednesday, 12:50pm<br />A taxi driver has grabbed my bag out of my hand. I guess he's going to drive me where I'm going.</p>
<p>Wednesday, 1:45pm<br />Despite the address and <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?f=q&amp;q=can+suris&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;om=1&amp;hl=ca&amp;z=17&amp;t=k&amp;msid=116823119334257431416.00000111f12c3209d0ef6&amp;msa=0">Google Map printout of the destination</a>, the driver is lost.</p>
<p>Wednesday, 2:10pm<br />Driving up and down streets, I saw <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/samatason/1409066843/">the DrupalCon sign</a>. The driver stopped in the middle of the narrow street. I've arrived!</p>
<p>Wednesday, 2:15pm<br />Realized I am seriously jet-lagged.</p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Sunday night, 8:35pm<br />foundnd passport that has been missing for several months.</p>
<p>Sunday night, 8:35:05pm<br />realized that I can now go to <a href="http://barcelona2007.drupalcon.org/">DrupalCon Barcelona 2007</a>.</p>
<p>Sunday night, 8:36pm <br />opened up Orbitz, Expedia and Travelocity to look up airfares....</p>
<p>Sunday night, 8:42pm <br />agonizing over how much they've gone up.</p>
<p>Sunday night, 11:38pm<br />bought round-trip plane ticket.</p>
<p>Sunday night, 11:47pm <br />realized that I am indeed going to Barcelona. The usual pre-travel anxiety is setting in. Ack!</p>
<p>Monday, 10:57am<br />trying to do all the things that I would have taken a week to do, had I had a week before leaving.</p>
<p>Monday, 5:00pm <br />managed to cover the entire todo list. now going for essential manicure/pedicure. </p>
<p>Monday, 5:05pm<br />Reveling in the foot bath and massage.</p>
<p>Monday, 6:12pm<br />got home and had a glass of wine.</p>
<p>Monday, 7:23pm<br />started packing.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 12:35am<br />stopped packing. (Not finished, but somewhat close. I'm terrible at packing.)</p>
<p>Tuesday, 4:45am<br />got up and showered</p>
<p>Tuesday, 8:05am<br />got through Denver International Airport security. Not much of a crowd but we had to walk all the zigs and zags of the line. Disneyland.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 8:45am<br />sat down for a Wolfgang Puck pizza. Just about the earliest I've ever eaten a fresh-baked pizza!</p>
<p>Tuesday, 10:45am<br />Wheels up.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 3:45pm<br />Landed in Philly.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 4:10pm<br />Walked a mile through the airport to the international terminal. Thankfully all behind security.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 4:30pm<br />Airline agent okayed my first-class upgrade request. Now $500 poorer.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 6:17pm<br />Taking my seat in first class. A glass of champagne and four feet of &quot;legroom&quot; ... Not regretting those $500 one bit!</p>
<p>Tuesday, 7:05pm<br />Plane still has not taken off. Apparently a radio is defective.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 7:20pm<br />All passengers were offloaded from the plane. We're told we can get $10 off for &quot;dinner&quot; at McDonald's down another terminal.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 7:45pm<br />Stopped at a restaurant after walking a mile. Ordered a wine and salmon dinner.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 8:30pm<br />Airline has changed estimated departure from 9:30pm to 10:30pm.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 8:32pm<br />Airline worker just announced that they may not be able to fix the plane and have to cancel the flight.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 8:36pm<br />The plane has been fixed. Everyone is crushing back onto the plane.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 9:15pm<br />Plane is getting in line for take-off.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 9:40pm<br />Wheels up.</p>
<p>Tuesday, 10:15pm<br />Looking forward to more wine and filet dinner.</p>
<p>Wednesday, 1:00am<br />Reclined almost flat. Going to sleep now.</p>
<p>Wednesday, 11:55am<br />Touchdown in Barcelona.</p>
<p>Wednesday, 12:35pm<br />Wow! Passport check was fast, my bag came around the conveyor quickly, and customs just ignored me as I walked by. Getting a cab.</p>
<p>Wednesday, 12:50pm<br />A taxi driver has grabbed my bag out of my hand. I guess he's going to drive me where I'm going.</p>
<p>Wednesday, 1:45pm<br />Despite the address and <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?f=q&amp;q=can+suris&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;om=1&amp;hl=ca&amp;z=17&amp;t=k&amp;msid=116823119334257431416.00000111f12c3209d0ef6&amp;msa=0">Google Map printout of the destination</a>, the driver is lost.</p>
<p>Wednesday, 2:10pm<br />Driving up and down streets, I saw <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/samatason/1409066843/">the DrupalCon sign</a>. The driver stopped in the middle of the narrow street. I've arrived!</p>
<p>Wednesday, 2:15pm<br />Realized I am seriously jet-lagged.</p>
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