IM IN SPAIN!

Traveling to Spain was no easy task. The flights (2) were long, the layovers were long and I think the woman next to me was actually dying. Or at least her frequent coughs and keeling over across our seat line indicated so. On that plane I had my first of many humorous "Americana" moments. I boarded pretty late and when I got to my seat the overhead storage compartments were full with oxygen masks and room was scarce. The flight attendant was saying any bag that didn't fit needed to be checked so I was getting pretty nervous. As I fought across the tons of people looking for space there were several individuals telling me different directions in Spainish I understood but was too timid to respond to. Finally some nice soul took pity on me and he told me in English where the last space was and I was able to slip it in! Bless his heart. Traveling is rough. Jet lag is rougher. But by the end of the day it was already worth it.