Atlanta was great :) The trip back was not.

Going home wassss bizarre. As I thought it would be seeing I have been in Spain for the last three months and had become acclimated to mahh lyf hurr and then was like thrown back into my life in the United States for less than 3 days. Basically my sister is the cutest thing ever. She was kind of alien looking when I saw her with her biiiig black eyes but she just lovedd to snuggle. Seriously she would just lay against my chest and then fall asleep. Hmmm I miss herrrr... and my puppyyyyy. And my parents and brother of course but I can skype them and they know what is happening haha



I had some friends from ever (Marist party + Billy and Dave :) ) come to mi casa Sunday morning for like a brunch type thing. It was really great seeing everyone although it was kind of weird. I felt like I wasn't supposed to be there.. like out of place. It was a little weird for me but it meant a looot to me that people came. Plus we had Maria Isabel to break the ice.


Saying goodbye later on Sunday was pretty awful though.. I like kind of ran out of the house to avoid the emotional stuff which would end in an escalating trend of tears.. No sanks. This was the last thing I saw... :(

she's so tiny!

Side note: I skyped with my parents and Maria Isabel last weekend. Holyy shit she has gotten SO much bigger. I really don't think I will recognize her when I see her again in August.

My dad just dropped me off at the airport as I didn't really want to extend the whole saying goodbye thing... I was kind of like on edge witih everything so it was probably better I was alone.

When I finally boarded the plane (after a nice peptalk from Julie--shanksss), I realized I was in an aisle seat next to a very large man. Great.. we chatted some and he was getting married in Madrid to this Spanish woman and such. Like 20 minutes later the flight attendant asked if he wanted a spot with more space, so I actually ended up getting two seats for myself! Win! Get so sleeeeep and  if I breakdown it won't be awkward since I was sitting by myself.

Trying to fall asleep was kind of a struggle since I wasn't tired for some reason.. Normally I am a baby on flights. As in... I sleep the entire time, no matter the length, and only wake up to eat and go to the bathroom. So yes a baby. Minus the crying (normally...)

So, still not asleep an hour and a half into the flight.. We are about to cross the Atlantic and the pilot comes on board "murmurmurmurmur yeah so our radar isn't functioning correctly.. murmurmur so we won't be able to cross the Atlantic safely murmurmur.. we can't land in NYC because visibility isn't clear murmurmurmurmur we are going to have to return to Atlanta to get it fixed"

What. The. Fuck.  I, like several other people, had a train to catch to our final destination (train at 1151!) so I was gonna be sooo mad if I missed that... I was sitting at a window seat and all of the sudden the wing is starting to expel fuel. Then there was a bunch of turbulence. I thought we were gonna die for about a 15 minute period.

When we finally re arrived in Atlanta, the plane turned into chaos. The flight attendants asked everyone to remain calm and stay seated. Nope. Plus there were ambulances when we landed.
It was suppose to take like less than an hour.. took more than 2. It's cool though I just threw my Delta jacket over my head and attempted to sleep.

We were en route to Madrid again 5 hours after our original departure time. Worst flight delay ever. I mean shit happens, but seeing my circumstances, it was just miserable miserable miserable.

We landed in Madrid at 1154. So three minutes after my train was leaving for Valencia. I bought that ticket like two weeks prior for 20 euros. I figured that I would be able to talk to the RENFE or Delta people and get some kind of reimbursement or money back, right? Wrong.

Spain is spain... No pasa nada life motto has a downfall... So Delta flights to Europe are suppose to all land in the morning. Normally before 10am. I went to the info table and asked what I should do since I missed my train and they told me to go talk to the Delta office... It was closed. NO ONE could help me. All I needed was a printed copy of the arrivals so I could prove to the train office that I had missed my train due to a delay. After about an hour of running around the airport, I just go to the train office and buy a new ticket. For 70 euros. Cooool... I left a REALLY bitchy complaint for the Delta people. They ended up crediting my Skymile account 5000 miles :)