Headed Home
Friday Sept 30 Once again the alarm went off way to early. We had little to do but freshen up and head to the lobby. We caught the shuttle back to the airport and after a short wait for Mark to get searched we were back in the lounge having our breakfast. The flight was just over 9 hours even though we left Barcelona at 11:30 AM and landed in Chicago at 1:30 PM, just 2 hours later. We cleared customs, changed terminals and had a bite to eat before boarding our next and final flight home to Little Rock. The final flight was talkative. We all sat in different locations and everyone was wanting to talk. And not just to us or with us, but it was one of the noisiest flights we'd ever been on. One guy that looked like he crawled out of a Dogpatch USA Comic strip came on board and sat in front of Mark. He had a long beard and wore old overalls and smelled of fish, or maybe it was whiskey. He came on the plane looking for his seat and announced loudly, "Can anyone on here read? I onl...