Reality? It's probably purgatory. You roam the airport searching for a good spot to spend your time, end up sleeping on the lounge chair for what it seems hours...and wake up to find that only 3 hours have gone by and you still have a chunk of waiting to do.
Expectation: I will make use of the time I have and make a dent of my TBR.
Reality: I just want to sleep...again.
It's now 11.28am as I write. I've been here since 5.30am. My flight to BCN is at 3.45pm.
So now we wait?
Now we wait.