![]() I was so thirsty, but I wanted to wait until I was sitting in my seat on the plane to stick the straw in and take a drink. All this time, I had been clutching the soda that Bill had bought for me. Finally, we were told to sit down outside the enclosure and wait for someone to escort us back to the gate. They ran my tote and purse through an X-ray machine, and I was patted down, fore and aft, yet again. I was asked the same questions the check-in agent had asked about whether I had packed my own bag or if it had been out of my sight, etc. I was worried that all the overhead spaces in the plane would be filled by the time I got on and I'd have to have my tote bag on my feet for nine hours. When I went in there, I was beginning to wonder if we'd have to disrobe and undergo a cavity search. We were then told to turn on each electronic item and then turn them off-phone, Tablet, camera, Nook, etc. Oh, crap! I was escorted about a half a block down the hall to an enclosure where they had me and two or three others ( the "chosen" for special security check) and told to sit down and open our carry-ons and purses. I told her that he was here now, but it was I who had to be checked. She said I would have to wait for him and have an extra security check. I told her my husband had gone to get drinks. One of the gate agents asked to see my passport (yet again) and boarding pass. People were already starting to board so I got in line. Bill still had some small change in Euros he wanted to get rid of so he went to get drinks while I went on toward the gate. There was a McDonald's about 200 feet from the gate. Moving on toward the gate, we are parched from rushing and breathing hard for the last half hour or forty-five minutes. I got the most perfunctory pat-down, front and back, I've ever had. Of course, my titanium knee replacement set off the metal detector. Off we went to Security, showing our passports three times. The agent assured us that we would make it onto the plane. We turned in our big bags, swore that no one else had touched them since we packed, etc., had our passports examined, got boarding passes and told the agent what electronics we had in our carry-ons. We went back to Terminal One where we dash (if "dash" is the word to use while dragging two big suitcases and two carry-ons) inside. Everyone was wedged in with bags all over. It was one that you had to wrestle your own bags on and off of. We spot the shuttle bus and drag the bags down the sidewalk and drag them on the bus. ![]() ![]() We rush out and look up and down for the shuttle. She finally points to the outside and says that we have to catch the shuttle to get back to One. She said that our problem was not her problem. The woman at the desk could not have been snottier. #Catcher blockdown with love sunglasses how toWe go to the Tourist Assistance desk to see how to get back to One. We stay on and then get off at Terminal Two, only to find that American is not in Terminal Two. #Catcher blockdown with love sunglasses driverThe driver said that it's in Terminal Two. Bill got off and asked the driver if American Airlines was in Terminal One. Barcelona has two terminals about two miles apart. Two-thirds of the passengers got off the bus. We have a noon flight and it's past 9:30 when we head for the airport. We make three other stops to pick people up, some of whom are late. We sit down in silence for a while as the bus takes off. Bill and I argue briefly about backing it up. Finally, a man jumps off a bus, points at us and says "Airport?" We drag the bags over. None say "Aeropuerto," so we just stood there with our bags, looking hopeful. We weren't sure what size bus it would be. Bill walked up and down the sidewalk, checking with various buses to see if one is ours. ![]() We saw lots of tour buses and lots of people getting on them. We got there early at 8:30 for 8:45 pickup. We'd have to schlep our bags four and a half blocks up to the Hard Rock Cafe on Catalunya Square. Last night we found that the bus that was to take us to the Barcelona airport wouldn't be picking us up at the hotel. ![]() 5/14-We thought the worst was over, but noooo. ![]()
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