air time
i made, i´m here in, and i´m really tired. having left ´this morning´ before most friday night partyers found their bed, it was nice to have a friendly, energetic face to greet me in the morning... and take me to the airport. nat picked me up, and we zipped over to lindbergh, where i started leg one of the long road ahead. san diego to dallas, change planes. dallas to chicago, where i was a little selfishly grateful that the extent of the major flooding was evident only in some puddled rooftops flying in to o´hare. 3 hours there, being lost and walking a mini-marathon to find my gate, i took off again having the unfortune to be in a middle seat for the bulk ride to london. i don´t sleep on planes, but everyone around me certainly does, leaving me awake and bored and just a little trapped. from london, i was supposed to hop on to another plane over to madrid, and found myself in over 2 hours worth of just standing in lines in heathrow. by the skin of my teeth and a flash of a smile, i managed to convince the gate attendants to open the gate back up and let me on my flight, even if i was a minute or two late, and terribly sweaty from the run through the corridors.
thankfully i had decided not to check anything, having a funny feeling that i was going to have a hard time navigating the planes, much less a suitcase or two. so all the pieces, minus some food, arrived at madrid to meet gonzalo, where we went to his gorgeous house, met the fabulous housemates (future wife, a roomie, 2 dogs (one of which tried to bite my head off) and a bird or two). let the relaxing begin!
current mood: i am still able to speak spanish