A little down time after exploring beautiful Barcelona. Chance for me to vent on a pair of mild peeves with international travel.
First: why do people feel the need to rush on board the plane the moment their seating zones are called? You will have nine hours or so to get intimate with your seat, a seat that will have no respect for you in the morning: as far as I’m concerned, the longer it takes to get acquainted, the better. When it comes to plane seats, familiarity breeds discomfort.
And speaking of getting acquainted, after many years of trying, I have given up on the idea of sleeping on a plane. Never mind the seat – there is something about closing my eyes within a few inches of a stranger’s noggin that just isn’t conducive to peaceful dreaming.