Nothing to do but grumble and board your plane.

You just look at the woman behind the desk and quietly shake your head.

Still smiling with a large grin, seemingly a pass time of hers, to soak in the misery of others. "Okay, no problem sir. Here's your boarding pass." She hands you back your passport while you solemnly walk through security. Your gate has already been called and you quietly shuffle your way over, with nothing but a distant ringing in your ear, as if your on autopilot. Silently raging inside.

Settling into your seat, just as the plane takes off, you curse to yourself for being such a fool, rushing around never planning anything. A couple hours later you land in Barcelona and head off to your hotel. You walk past the luggage claim, sigh to yourself and step outside.

It's a late morning, sun is high, the heat beaming down. Lots of people happy, laughing and wearing scantly clad clothes while your there frowning, in Jeans and a long sleeved thick shirt, sweat pouring off your face.

'Yaaay...' You think sarcastically to yourself.

With nothing but the clothes on your back you set off to your hotel.

You try to think positive. 'At least this misery hasn't cost you anything.'

"Shit."