If I had to name my least favorite place in the world, it
would be an airport. Any airport, try me. Flying is not for me, but ready or
not…I started the journey to Madrid after an extremely tearful goodbye. As
anxious as I was to spend a semester abroad, I was excited for what was coming.
The best decision I ever could have made in the entire study abroad process was
booking the group flight to Spain. After checking luggage and going through
security, I was greeted by 90 other college students, all in the same boat.
There we stood, in our dweeby t-shirts sent to us by our
program (just in case you were to miss the mob of overly excited twenty year
olds waiting at Gate 92), awaiting the next step. A good number of students in
my program were from the west coast, and had already had several connecting
flights....they hadn’t even left the US yet, and jet lag was slowly creeping
upon them. Fortunately, most of them slept on our seven and a half hour, overnight
flight to Madrid.
Me, you ask? Nada. Not one single second of shut eye.
However, that did mean I was able to watch the incredible
sunrise over the clouds.
Needless to say, I was more than relieved when we finally landed
in Madrid. Luggage was intact, passport was stamped, and customs was a breeze
(but, actually). Our program directors met us at the airport, and we bused over
to our hotel in the city.
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| The view from our hotel |
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