My trip started off wonderfully; my parents, sister, and boyfriend all saw me off at the Indianapolis airport (waiting to make sure I got through security).
My first flight was short; it would take me to the JFK airport in NYC. On the plane I happened to be sitting next to two Xavier college students that were on their way to Rome, and a middle aged woman who was going to Madrid like I was.
When we arrived at JFK, of course the time I valet one of my carry-on bags, the lift gets stuck and we have to wait 15 in the little hallway that connect you from the airplane to the actual airport. So once I had everything again, I walked a mile to make it to my terminal, just to have to go through security again. Luckily, they let a small group of us go through the first class security gate; I felt like royalty.
After I found my departure gate, I went in search for food. There just so happened to be a Starbucks right next to my gate... Oh what are the odds. Well I got cut by a security guard (there wasn't even a line. I was the line. Just me standing there) and then after I gave my order, the Starbucks worker said, "Well the security guard that just cut you took the last 'venti' size cup, so I'm just gonna give you the next size up." Oh my luck was just building.
Trisha, the 40 yr. old teacher from Jasper, IN happened to spot me at the Starbucks and so we went and got lunch together. Then I spilled my passion tango iced tea lemonade down the front of my shirt. That's when my luck ran out. But not all of my luck! I had a spare shirt in my backpack to change into, thank the Lord.
Finally it was time to board the flight that would take me from NYC to Madrid, which is about 7 hours long. This was when I experienced my first (and definitely not last) language barrier quarrel. She happened to be sitting in my seat. But no matter, I sat in between her and her friend, and helped them with the games on their screen when they defaulted to English. The lady even shoved her pillow under me while I was sleeping, hunched over in my own lap since my chair wouldn't recline, since she wasn't using it. She also saw me watching We're the Millers on my individual screen, and when I was almost to the end I looked over and saw it on her screen as well. I guess she hadn't seen the Jennifer Aniston stripper scenes or Kenny's spider-bite.
After receiving not even a cumulated hour of sleep, I arrived in Madrid (12 AM Indiana time, 6AM Spain time) and had to go through the dreaded customs line. And security. Again. And this time I did get patted down, but because I couldn't understand the man's Spanish. So after another race through terminals, I arrived at my gate that would take me to my final destination: Alicante.
Side note: I've been sneezing a lot. Am I allergic to the Spanish air?
My first flight was short; it would take me to the JFK airport in NYC. On the plane I happened to be sitting next to two Xavier college students that were on their way to Rome, and a middle aged woman who was going to Madrid like I was.
When we arrived at JFK, of course the time I valet one of my carry-on bags, the lift gets stuck and we have to wait 15 in the little hallway that connect you from the airplane to the actual airport. So once I had everything again, I walked a mile to make it to my terminal, just to have to go through security again. Luckily, they let a small group of us go through the first class security gate; I felt like royalty.
After I found my departure gate, I went in search for food. There just so happened to be a Starbucks right next to my gate... Oh what are the odds. Well I got cut by a security guard (there wasn't even a line. I was the line. Just me standing there) and then after I gave my order, the Starbucks worker said, "Well the security guard that just cut you took the last 'venti' size cup, so I'm just gonna give you the next size up." Oh my luck was just building.
Trisha, the 40 yr. old teacher from Jasper, IN happened to spot me at the Starbucks and so we went and got lunch together. Then I spilled my passion tango iced tea lemonade down the front of my shirt. That's when my luck ran out. But not all of my luck! I had a spare shirt in my backpack to change into, thank the Lord.
Finally it was time to board the flight that would take me from NYC to Madrid, which is about 7 hours long. This was when I experienced my first (and definitely not last) language barrier quarrel. She happened to be sitting in my seat. But no matter, I sat in between her and her friend, and helped them with the games on their screen when they defaulted to English. The lady even shoved her pillow under me while I was sleeping, hunched over in my own lap since my chair wouldn't recline, since she wasn't using it. She also saw me watching We're the Millers on my individual screen, and when I was almost to the end I looked over and saw it on her screen as well. I guess she hadn't seen the Jennifer Aniston stripper scenes or Kenny's spider-bite.
After receiving not even a cumulated hour of sleep, I arrived in Madrid (12 AM Indiana time, 6AM Spain time) and had to go through the dreaded customs line. And security. Again. And this time I did get patted down, but because I couldn't understand the man's Spanish. So after another race through terminals, I arrived at my gate that would take me to my final destination: Alicante.
Side note: I've been sneezing a lot. Am I allergic to the Spanish air?