Of course, upon landing in Spain you need tapas right away. 

But of course, it’s Spain. So you must wait. Which means tourist walking, taking in the many sights – but not all of them, not yet. 

So you stumble upon outdoor art and quaint streets, some enticing deadends, and people urging you to go back to where you came from. 

Thirst will get the better of you in the Med, and if lucky, you will find real beer. So yes: I flew 6,000 miles to drink an American-style IPA. It hit my jet-lagged spot.

Then just another little stroll.

Now, almost there. Waiting patiently…

Much better. Now we are in Spain!