The flights here went fine. For the record, the CDG airport in Paris is bizarre. I should have lots of photos to post this evening. My new boss, who we’ll call… what’s a Spanish name… for now we’ll call her G. G picked me up in Barcelona with her middle son, and I met the baby (almost two) and oldest (nearly nine, I think) and husband when we arrived here in Reus about an hour and a half later.
Everything is very Spanish.
I do feel disoriented this morning, but cheerful, so now that I hear noises from below, I’m going to go downstairs and see what kind of morning grub I can rustle up.
Also, I have to edit the time zone this blog posts from. According to the clock here, it’s 7:30am. Probably the first and only time I will be awake before anyone else in the house, but that’s because I scurried upstairs for a good sleep last night and didn’t stay up for their 9pm dinner. By that point I had been awake about 35 hours, if I’m doing my math correctly. Sleep. Felt. Very. Good.