The trip over:
With in the first ten minutes of sitting down into my seat, the Hungarian woman next to me (I know this because I creeped on her ticket stubs) took out her cell phone and proceeded to take pictures of the INSIDE of the plane... I kid you not multiple pictures too. As if it couldn't have gotten any more awkward, this lady leans over me (I'm sitting in the window seat) to take a picture of the outside of the plane (we had not yet moved). This would have seemed completely okay if it hadn't been a cloudy day at O'Hare. Throughout the flight this lady slept with her head leaning over into my headrest. To add to my interatlantic experience..
As some of you may or may not know, I get really sick on flights that last more than two hours. Flying over the Atlantic Ocean was no exception. I tried sleeping the whole entire flight, but constantly woke up because I felt horrible. Then waiting to get off the plane at Heathrow I got extremely overheated and ran to the bathroom, was the last person to get off the plane, and almost missed the little tram that took me to the terminal.
Nothing exciting happened until the Madrid airport. I need to get my suitcases, get them rechecked for my next flight, and get to my terminal in two hours. Unfortunately, I booked my international and national (Madrid to Sevilla) separately, so I couldn't check two bags at Madrid. Let me remind you that this is my first completely Spanish conversation. The lady behind the counter was saying you didn't book them together so it doesn't count, and I was explaining that I had my tickets from my international flight, but she said that it did not matter. I of course stressed out started to cry. So as tearing were welling up in my eyes I tried to convince this lady that I shouldn't have to pay the 75 euro fee. She could tell I was upset (obviously) so she said that I could take one of my checked bags as my carry on and then pay one overweight fee of 25 euro. As she was putting the tags on my one bag, I looked up and asked her again how much I had to pay, she asked me if I was studying here for the semester and I said yes in Sevilla. With a reassuring smile, the lady told me that I didn't have to pay a fee at all. Moral of the story: my ability to cry on the spot whenever I'm overwhelmed is very VERY helpful and saved me money.
More to come later. I need to go home now (almost dinner time) and Chrisy and Jessica are making me leave and walk in the rain... (I'll tell you alll about THEM later)
love,
franny
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