The Big One

Sitting on an overstuffed couch in a quiet, private airport lounge sipping a glass of cabernet (thank you CapitalOne!), alternating between thinking that what I am about to do is either brilliant or dumb, I am certain of one thing, and that is that my return ticket is dated two months from now and I will enjoy not being bombarded (oops, sorry Iran, Venezuela and boats in the Caribbean) by US news. Sure, Spain has its share of floods, train crashes and neo-Nazi uprisings, but we have them beat by a mile (or to be culturally sensitive, by a kilometer).

After checking a 35-pound suitcase (who knew 2 extra t-shirts and a pair of shoes would weigh so much?), I’m heading out for  . . .  I’m not exactly sure what. Aspirationally, while basing myself in Barcelona I have plans to visit friends in Germany, Copenhagen, Sevilla and maybe England, your guess is as good as mine about where and how this will all go. But no time to dwell on that because . . .

. . . now on the plane I’m listening intently to the two guys sitting next to me, both tech entrepreneurs who have just met and are explaining their amazing businesses to each other, including doing software demos on their phones. This requires the use of a lot of words, like “platform agnostic,” “5G integration,” “supply chain,” and many phrases that, combined with the ample supplies on the beverage cart that keeps coming by, ensure that I won’t have any problem sleeping on the plane. We’re only 33 miles from Washington and they’re already putting me to sleep. Next stop, Barcelona and whatever happens after that.