An Italian, a Black, a Jew, a German, some Spaniards, and a
Texan walk into a bar…
Yeah. I know that sounds like the beginning of a very
complicated, racist, and beyond corny bathroom humor joke. It is in fact a
pretty simplified explanation of my nights out on the town thus far here in
Logroño.
But we will get back to that. Let’s start at the beginning of my journey across the sea.
Starting
on Monday, September 17, I woke up at about 5am (Keep in mind that my flight
was not leaving until 11:15). I was so anxious that I couldn’t even feign sleep
anymore like I had been all night.
My three massive suitcases were waiting patiently by the door and I was
all too ready to get them rolling.
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| The Infamous Luggage: I should have known... |
We loaded the car and headed out around 8am toward Miami
International Airport. My sister and I did our hug/love thing at the curb and I
(unaided and looking ridiculous) proceeded in to check myself in for my flight…
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| Thanks Brandi!!! |
Hiccup #1: Of course my damn luggage broke every airline
regulation known to man! My largest suitcase weighed in at a whopping 74 lbs!!!
No biggie! Only 20 lbs to get rid of as a line of some 20 other irate
patient passengers waited to be assisted.
So I tried to shove as much as I could into my carry-on bag and even
swallowed my pride and chose a few items that I would toss all together if
needed, creating a pile of crap at the ticket counter and looking like a crazy homeless woman in the process. Of course this made my carry-on too wide to qualify and I was promptly
informed that it would need to be checked and would require a small fee of $450. So
I did what any mature responsible adult would do in this situation…. I
immediately began to cry and pray out loud for God to deliver me. LOL. Well,
apparently God was on the hotline that morning and took pity on my pathetic
self because the lady said nothing and walked to the back room and left me
there. She came back with a luggage tag and a BeBe bag. She put the tag onto my
carry-on and told me to put my discarded items into the BeBe bag and count it as
my carry-on. She them looked me square in the eye, without smiling, and told me
to just walk away. So, thank-you, Mr. Jesus for looking out for a sistah…a
third checked bag for FREE!!! Lovely!
The flight to DC (in a baby jet- ugh!) went without incident and I even managed to get a nap in.
Once I got to DC, I ran into a few other assistants waiting
for the same flight as me to Madrid so we passed the time together eating food,
chatting about the year to come, and generally judging getting to know
each other.
Our flight to Madrid boarded and left on time, thus allowing
us to avoid the notorious United Airlines delays.
Hiccup #2: So I was completely nervous about the idea of
flying over open water, as it is not something that I have ever done before. So
I came prepared with Unisom with the intention of putting myself into a
drug-induced coma until we arrived. Well about an hour or so into the flight it
still hadn’t kicked in and I was still nervous so I decided to give it a little
nudge… hello, Chardonnay!! Horrible, horrible idea. Yes, I did fall asleep. But
then I randomly woke up… and everything fell swiftly down hill from that point.
I blacked out. Not fell asleep. But actually had a fainting blackout. From
which I awoke drenched in sweat and dizzy/nauseous out of my mind. The lady next
to me, who was a bit larger than is comfortable to sit next to for an 8 hr
flight, was passed out cold and no matter how much I prodded her, would not
wake. And I knew if I didn’t get to the restroom soon this flight was about to
suck for everybody. So a decision had to be made. I literally threw myself over
her and into the aisle and ran/crawled my way to the closet bathroom.
Luckily, I did not throw up but I did sadly sleep for another hour in the
bathroom as the meds kicked in again and put me back to sleep unexpectedly. So
lesson learned: Unisom and wine are not friends and should never coexist
together in your system.
After that debacle, I arrived in Madrid feeling surprisingly
rested and ready to get to Logroño. M and I were both heading that way so we
joined forces to get our bags through customs and head toward the bus station.
We got our phones turned on in the airport and proceeded to the Alsa ticket
office.
Hiccup #3: Now, my father came to Madrid with me. However,
he was on a separate flight and apparently adverse to following instructions
after a “miserable” flight in first-class with bottomless champagne and filet
mignon (WTH?! Really? HE gets the free upgrade) ~Love you, Daddy~ Anyhow, we
discussed meeting in Terminal 4 at the Alsa bus station BEFORE leaving America.
I sent follow up instructions in various emails upon arrival. I couldn’t text
him because Sprint decided that it no longer wanted to be of assistance to me
abroad. Well, my dad just knew that I
would communicate with him via text or calls and never checked his email. He
also presumed that I must have had a grand change of plans so never went to our
designated meeting place. Cut to: Me waiting with M and B (who was on the same
flight as him) for about 3 hours and them leaving on the bus to Logroño without
me with my father still nowhere in sight. It took us talking through my sister
as a third-party VIA EMAIL for us to connect and for him to finally find me in
Terminal 4 at the Alsa station. The next bus didn’t leave for another 5 hours
so we buckled in for a nice long wait in the airport lobby and tried to sleep
while not getting robbed.
Finally we made it to the city around 7pm after a very
picturesque 4 hr bus ride. My roommate, A, met us at the station and we lugged
my body bags on to our apartment. Phew!!! What a damn day!!! We rested, showered and hit the streets for the first of some amazing nights!
This story seems a bit endless already so I get to more on all of that in PART TWO. Stay tuned!!
Have you ever embarrassed yourself that many times in one
trip? Please share so I don’t feel to insane!
Hasta Pronto!
XOXO
