Taking off from Dusseldorf.

Another traveling day.
Today, at the Dusseldorf airport, I tried to pass the airplane gate without a boarding pass. The gatekeeper lady only speaks German (and I do not). It was not until a waiting passenger on the line asked *should't you have checked your luggage?* that I realized how silly I was. No wonder I did not had a boarding pass.

Later on...
As I was passing the security scanners, I took off from me everything I usually take off including my belt. Yet the pants I am wearing today have a nice metal buton, so it beeped big time on me.


As I was manually scanned, the guy asked *raise one foot*, then *raise the other foot*, *now raise both*, I screamed *WHAT!?* they totally broke my pattern. The guy was cool.



My sister picked us up at the Barcelona's Airport. On the way out, I thought [knowing her] we are going to take a cab. But now, she said, we are going to ride a Bus. And so we did (with all our luggages). We got off at the España Plaza stop. It was a beautiful stop, as we arrived right at sunset, and an orange cast of light showered the monuments.

With all the luggage, and because my parents still had to catch a train to Villafranca, we rushed to our first stop, my sisters apartment (ant that was like a two miles hike carring our luggajes). I thought, no problem, I am still going to be here until Monday, I can come again un Sunday to take some shots (and I do not mean drinks, altought, who knows).