As I mentioned a few weeks ago, I was presented with the opportunity to take a trip to Spain - an opportunity I couldn't dream of passing up. One of my friends currently lives over there, working as an English teacher and tutor, and after her generous invitation to visit, I happily accepted, booked the trip, and waited for the dream to become a reality.
I woke up early that Thursday morning feeling, well to put it bluntly, shitty. Unfortunately, I developed a bad cold earlier that week, and despite my best efforts at warding it off (drinking a lot of water and orange juice, popping Zicam, and trying to get as much rest as possible) I couldn't shake it before my vacation began. After my shower, I sat down at the table for breakfast. On the menu: a belgian waffle with a side of tears. The idea of being sick as I was about to venture off for a 10 day vacation in another country was not sitting well with me and it frustrated me to the point of tears. After my dad asked if I needed to postpone the trip and I said no, he said (in a loving way) that I needed to stop crying, because that would do no one any good. Knowing he was right, I dried my tears, ate my waffle, and got ready to go.
My parents drove me to O'Hare, I got checked in, we said our good-byes, and off I went. As I went through the security, I was one of the lucky ones chosen to go through the body scanner and after seeing that I had nothing to hide, I continued on towards my gate. After a short 2 hour flight to Atlanta, I arrived to the airport there, and just in case any of you were wondering, I sang (to myself in my raspy voice) "Welcome to Atlanta where the playa's play..." cuz why wouldn't you - hello, I was in Hotlanta, and had to pay my respects to Mr. Dupri. Anyway, after getting that out of my system, I continued on my journey, boarding the Boeing 777 and got settled in my seat for the 7.5 hour flight to Madrid.
The flight went relatively smoothly. I was seated next to a guy who lives in Florida but is from Spain and was going back for a 6 week visit with his family. Minus him spilling his tomato juice (luckily none got on me), he was the dream neighbor to have on the plane - no body odor or any bodily noises to speak of, not overly talkative, and didn't wander over into my leg/arm space.
Another plus was Delta's On Demand system - there were lots of new/great movies to choose from, as well as TV shows, music, and games. I watched The King's Speech (which is excellent) and Unstoppable (okay movie, but kept entertained by watching Chris Pine) and an episode of Glee, and did a little reading and sleeping in between.
I arrived to the Madrid Barajas Airport at 7:25 A.M. Friday morning, as scheduled and after getting mi maleta from baggage claim, I met up with Emily and so began my Aventura de Espana.
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