Hell is the Barcelona Airport
Maybe I’m just too old and cranky to travel internationally (by air) anymore. I was ready to mow down people, Rambo-style, after walking back and forth and up and down stairs (the escalators weren’t working) for hours. Our driver picked us up at 8:00 for a noon flight, the latest they would schedule. Since Easter Monday is a major holiday, there was very little traffic, and we were dropped off about 8:15. Of course, the check-in desk for our luggage was in the exact opposite corner of a cavernous building. No one was there, so we checked online and learned that the counter only opens two hours before the flight boards, so 9:45. So imagine having to spend 90 minutes in the outermost part of the Houston airport, with no food or coffee available. At least we found some seats. We stood in line at the counter for a long time before it finally opened. The Fast Track security line was 270 degrees from the Aegean Air counter, but we finally fought our way back through the crow...