Another Airport Hotel

So I thought I was being pretty emotionally stable about leaving Barcelona.  Apparently not.  All of my feelings came pouring out of me this morning when Sylvia and I said goodbye.  I sobbed the whole 25 minute ride to the aeropuerto; I think the taxi man was legitamitely worried about me.  But unfortunately the Lufthansa lady did not feel sorry for my tear-stained puffy face when I arrived, because she had major attitude about the extra kilos in my luggage.  German.

[sorry Sylvia]   

150 euros for the extra suitcase and a cancelled flight later, I'm now stranded in Munich.  I'm bummed because tomorrow was jam-packed with plans:

-See grandparents in the morning

-Meet Jessica Jess for some quick shopping

-Aperitif with Jessie W

-Dinner with Jake & Carlos

-Meet Nikki and her boy for a few birthday drinks

-Have a sleep over at Jessie K's

{I know a lot of J's}

Now I'll be spending that fun-filled day on an airplane.  Boo.  But it could be much worse, like having to stay overnight at an airport hotel in Newark, NJ {which I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy}.  This time I'm lucky because at Munich's airport its a 5-star Kempinski Hotel, and my God, its gorgeous inside!

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I'm running on very little sleep, but I'm off to do some exploring.. 

I hope I don't fall over.