This week I've felt like a ball in a pinball machine, ricocheting from meeting to keynote to dinner to meeting to party bed and back again. I have consumed large amounts of jamon iberico perching at parties or passing through press conferenes. I have had peach juice for breakfast and nothing for lunch and aubergine with a parmesan crisp and sea bream with asparagus and baby squid for dinner. And today when all my meetings were done I found a nice café bar a block down from the fira and had café cortado - like a cappucino without the froth - and jamon iberico and bacalao shallow fried with big thick slices of garlic and crème caramel that they called flan, all served by a waiter playing peekaboo, putting the coffee down on one side of the table while I was reading and tapping me on the other shoulder...

And then I took two metros instead of one because Playa del Sants and Sants Estacion aren't the same, kept a Canadian-living-in-Switzerland off the wrong train to the airport and flew home on a plane that was late leaving, almost on time landing and stuck waiting for an air bridge for a looooong time...