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I am officially a jet-setter: I have my own flight horror story.
Our flight got delayed 3 hours due to some fixing that had to be done. We were all nervous as it was, but oh my God, I have never experienced such an awful takeoff. I was right next to the wing, and the sound it made was infernal, and the cabin shook.
We had such awful turbulence that they stopped serving the food and the flight attendants were ordered to sit down. There were also sudden drops that even people started letting out screams. It was so awful!
Children, I cried! And shook and hyperventilated. It was horrible. I don't wish this to ANYONE- not even Chavez!
It's such a gripping fear. All I kept on thinking (and later caught myself saying aloud) was "This is NOT how I'm going to go! God, don't let me go! Take me home safe". Lather, rinse, repeat.
I have never been so happy to get to MIA. Phew. I hugged my parents so hard, and Fabian too!
I still have not recovered my apetite, and I believe I have some nightmares on the way. But I am very thankful that I made it home alright.
But, I enjoyed myself in Madrid. It is a very friendly city and boy, do those Spaniards know how to live. They go in to work at 9am, they eat lunch and have their 3-hour siesta until 5pm and get out at 9pm. Then, they go out for drinks, regardless of the day of the week and go to bet at around 12 or 1. Lovely, lovely!
I can't wait to go back, specially since I feel very lethargic and sad. I really, REALLY miss Ana and the apartment, and my friends on bus 621 and the metro.
Our flight got delayed 3 hours due to some fixing that had to be done. We were all nervous as it was, but oh my God, I have never experienced such an awful takeoff. I was right next to the wing, and the sound it made was infernal, and the cabin shook.
We had such awful turbulence that they stopped serving the food and the flight attendants were ordered to sit down. There were also sudden drops that even people started letting out screams. It was so awful!
Children, I cried! And shook and hyperventilated. It was horrible. I don't wish this to ANYONE- not even Chavez!
It's such a gripping fear. All I kept on thinking (and later caught myself saying aloud) was "This is NOT how I'm going to go! God, don't let me go! Take me home safe". Lather, rinse, repeat.
I have never been so happy to get to MIA. Phew. I hugged my parents so hard, and Fabian too!
I still have not recovered my apetite, and I believe I have some nightmares on the way. But I am very thankful that I made it home alright.
But, I enjoyed myself in Madrid. It is a very friendly city and boy, do those Spaniards know how to live. They go in to work at 9am, they eat lunch and have their 3-hour siesta until 5pm and get out at 9pm. Then, they go out for drinks, regardless of the day of the week and go to bet at around 12 or 1. Lovely, lovely!
I can't wait to go back, specially since I feel very lethargic and sad. I really, REALLY miss Ana and the apartment, and my friends on bus 621 and the metro.