Board the plane and land in Barcelona.

Other than the usual pains of flying, namely being squashed against the other passengers, in a tight cylinder miles into the sky!!.. 'Ahem,' the flight was uneventful.

It only takes a couple hours to get to Spain, so by late morning you're stepping out of the plane, catching the bus to the main terminal, to baggage collection.

Standing on the tarmac, looking around you see everyone dressed for the weather. It was cold on the plane but now standing beneath the glaring sun, your jeans and long sleeved shirt is not cutting it. Sweltering beneath the thick fabrics you can't wait to get your luggage and change into something looser.

Inside at luggage collection, watching the luggage go round and round, the broken AC making the room hot and stuffy, the moment you see your black bag come through on the conveyor you quickly grab it and rush out the terminal.