At that point I decided to roll over and fall back to sleep. I now quite considerably regret this, as if I had done everything correctly, I would now be sitting in a tapas bar with some jamon iberico and a glass of red wine, or perhaps admiring a cathedral.
On the other hand, what does this mean? Possibilities.
I am finally growing up.
I am depressed.
I am ill.
On the other hand, I do genuinely regret this. I will get up and make the plane next time.
On the other hand, if I meet the love of my life at the party on Saturday night that I wouldn't have been able to go to if I were in Galicia, I guess it will make a good story.