Busted out of Barcelona at stupid o’clock this morning which is extra painful because after a week of sleeping till noon and not getting to bed until 3amish I’m really no closer to being on European time than I was when I left LA, although the argument could be made – especially in Barcelona – that the transition was seamless. Six hours on the train and now I’m calling Paris home for the next two weeks. Fortunately I have similar illiteracy and fractured language for Spanish as I do for French. After this it’s back in LA for a few weeks, then Japan again. I don’t have a default timezone anymore.