Last days in Spain
8/3/06
I'm on my flight home from Madrid watching Mission Impossible 3 (wishing it was the TV show dubbed into French with my host father). The movies take themselves too seriously.
It ends up that Dad's friend wasn't pissed at us. She was upset about something from work. So, on Tuesday, we went to los Descalsos Reales (which were really interesting to me because of some long-standing issues/fascination with faith), went shopping on Fuencaral (I didn't buy anything, but that's just as well.) and went to a tablao with Dad's friend. That was really fun (if pricey) and one of the singers there was the singer who came twice a week to my dance class! Unfortunately, crazykawaii wasn't feeling well, so that sort of dampened the experience. Yesterday we packed (and I was panicky) and bought another suitcase. And we watched Bunty aur Babli again.
In the evening, we went to Sesamo (a sangria place we like) one last time. Sigh. When we got back, the standoffish roommate invited us to join her and her friends. As it turns out, she's actually really fun, nice person. It's a shame that we only found that out our last night there. Today, we finished packing and the Colombian roommate and the new American who's living in our room helped us take our bags down and call a taxi. When we got to the airport, we had adventures because they tried to send my bags (and possibly me) through Pittsburgh. One of my bags was also severely over weight limitations, but by the time she was checking my bags she really just wanted to get rid of us and didn't even look.
Now, I'm jet lagged and have a headache. And, I had many more adventures during my trip home. My flight out of New York was canceled, and I had to take another flight, with another airline, out of another airport the next day. So, I spent the night in an airport and still haven't gotten my baggage. Over a day later. I keep calling the airline, but they still don't have any information for me. Which is worrisome. I'm trying not to think about what'll happen if I never get my stuff back. And am restraining myself from listing the very important things that are in those two bags. Eep.
Also? Collin has apparently decided that refrigerators are the way to go, and that air conditioning is just a cheap replacement. He is much, much cooler than he ever was outside of a fridge in Spain, but is still beeping at me anger-ly every time I try to start him up. I'm worried that I did permanent damage.
Getting home is supposed to be comforting, but I'm still stressed out! No fair.
P.S. Does anyone know why only the first word is showing up in my cut tag?
I'm on my flight home from Madrid watching Mission Impossible 3 (wishing it was the TV show dubbed into French with my host father). The movies take themselves too seriously.
It ends up that Dad's friend wasn't pissed at us. She was upset about something from work. So, on Tuesday, we went to los Descalsos Reales (which were really interesting to me because of some long-standing issues/fascination with faith), went shopping on Fuencaral (I didn't buy anything, but that's just as well.) and went to a tablao with Dad's friend. That was really fun (if pricey) and one of the singers there was the singer who came twice a week to my dance class! Unfortunately, crazykawaii wasn't feeling well, so that sort of dampened the experience. Yesterday we packed (and I was panicky) and bought another suitcase. And we watched Bunty aur Babli again.
In the evening, we went to Sesamo (a sangria place we like) one last time. Sigh. When we got back, the standoffish roommate invited us to join her and her friends. As it turns out, she's actually really fun, nice person. It's a shame that we only found that out our last night there. Today, we finished packing and the Colombian roommate and the new American who's living in our room helped us take our bags down and call a taxi. When we got to the airport, we had adventures because they tried to send my bags (and possibly me) through Pittsburgh. One of my bags was also severely over weight limitations, but by the time she was checking my bags she really just wanted to get rid of us and didn't even look.
Now, I'm jet lagged and have a headache. And, I had many more adventures during my trip home. My flight out of New York was canceled, and I had to take another flight, with another airline, out of another airport the next day. So, I spent the night in an airport and still haven't gotten my baggage. Over a day later. I keep calling the airline, but they still don't have any information for me. Which is worrisome. I'm trying not to think about what'll happen if I never get my stuff back. And am restraining myself from listing the very important things that are in those two bags. Eep.
Also? Collin has apparently decided that refrigerators are the way to go, and that air conditioning is just a cheap replacement. He is much, much cooler than he ever was outside of a fridge in Spain, but is still beeping at me anger-ly every time I try to start him up. I'm worried that I did permanent damage.
Getting home is supposed to be comforting, but I'm still stressed out! No fair.
P.S. Does anyone know why only the first word is showing up in my cut tag?