The First Hiccup in my Wild Week

I mean, it's a tale as old as time 

I arrived! But my luggage didn't.

The flight was delayed out of Detroit, as I mentioned...and I ran like a track star through that airport, but apparently my bags are lazy a#$holes. So they're still hanging out in Paris.

They're missing out, because it's sunny and 60 here, and I'm in the heart of the action on Las Ramblas!

And now, off to consume large amounts of sangria with Max and Maryel.