Trip to Barcelona starts with hellish travel experience
After a horrendous traveling experience that began as a 30-minute delay and snowballed into two extra flights with an additional day of travel, I arrived in Barcelona, Spain on Sunday.
I have been wearing the same clothes for four days and only able to take a brief shower, yet somehow I feel refreshed. Maybe it was the delicious tapas and sangria for my first Spanish dinner or maybe ambling down La Rambla that improved my mood. Whatever it was, I hope it sticks around.
My travels began at the Detroit Metro Airport with a flight to Atlanta scheduled for 1:50 p.m.
Make that 3:05 p.m.
No, wait. Try 5:15 p.m.
After the weather in Georgia cleared up and our plane was allowed to leave, I knew I would miss my connection and indeed I did, by nearly three hours. Then I dashed to a ticket counter through hoards of people and was sent to a help desk. There, the real torture began.
There is a special sort of hell in airports. It consists of a four-hour long line with no food, water or hope and being told the hotel you need, in order to leave the next day, is not covered by the airline.
Thankfully, the airline gives away free T-shirts and various miniature toiletries to make me feel “more human.” I was basically in the lap of luxury.
Finally, I have my luggage after my long weekend of grimy clothes and strategic body spray use. It’s heaven.
Now I can concentrate on my mission for the next five weeks of absorbing as much Spanish architecture, art and tapas as possible.
I’m off to a good start.
We went wandering through the city today after class and stumbled upon some amazing buildings and fresh squeezed orange juice. I truly look forward to the post-jet lag/pre-homesickness days to come.