Wednesday morning my family and I, along with my friend Jennifer, had breakfast at Perkins before we headed to the airport. It was very good! After that we headed to the Des Moines Airport. We got there a few hours before my flight, so we had some time to just hang out. As you can see below, we had a fun time :)
If you didn't catch that, that was "Head, shoulders, knees, and toes" in Spanish. Props to Reece who taught everybody! About an hour before my departure time, my mom and I left to security. It was very emotional saying bye to everyone. I am very close to my family, and it was difficult saying bye :( After the goodbyes was security, which was actually a breeze compared to what I expected. I was randomly selected for a special search where they check out your cell phone, but we got through fine. My mom and I waited at my gate until it was time to board. At this point, I had been crying since I said goodbye to my family before security. Saying bye to my mom was very hard, but I had to go. The ladies who scanned my boarding pass were very nice - they gave me some Kleenex.
My flight from Des Moines to Chicago went fine. It was about an hour long, and I got a window seat. I sat next to a businessy looking lady who lived in Chicago. We talked some, and I found out that she minored in Spanish in college. I told her where I was headed, and she wished me "Buenas suerte."
After my flight to Chicago landed, I had two hours until my Madrid flight left. After asking around a bit, I was able to find my gate. I still had a while until it's departure, so I decided to get something to eat, as it was about 3:00 pm, and I hadn't had anything since breakfast. After walking around Ohare for a while, I decided on McDonalds, and got a Happy Meal. (Ironic, right? Last meal in America . . .) So I headed back over to my gate and ate my Happy Meal. As I was eating, Secrets by OneRepublic played, and I started crying because Carolyn loves that song. I imagine I must have looked pretty ridiculous, because people were staring . . . Random girl in a big, blue blazer, crying as she eat her chicken nuggets. (Once again, ironic: Happy Meal + crying = ?) But then I was suddenly happy because at the bottom of the McDonalds box was an iCarly toy, and my next-door neighbor who is 12 tried giving me her iCarly toy the night before.
The flight from Chicago to Madrid was fine. Long, but fine. I think that flight was about eight hours long, but with the time difference and my current fatigue, I can't say for sure. I sat next to a lady who was headed to Barcelona to go on a cruise. I find this a bit strange. Maybe European cruises are better than American ones. But still. The flight had dinner, which was pretty good actually. Beef and mashed potatoes and some very good cake. Bueno. After dinner the plane turned most of the lights off and Mr. Popper's Penguins started playing. I decided on trying to get some sleep instead of watching it. I fell asleep a little bit after it started, woke up randomly throughout, and then woke up for good as it was ending. So I'm guessing I got around two hours of sleep? Later on was breakfast. Some kind of croissant with meat and cheese, fruit, hot tea and juice. There was a choice between orange and pineapple juice, so I decided on pineapple, which I'm pretty sure I haven't had before, or at least for a long time! Breakfast was okay, and the juice was very good! The flight was also nice because the attendants spoke English and Spanish, as many people only spoke one of the two. It was dark the entire time the plane was over the ocean, so I have yet to see the ocean. Boo :( BUT, as the plane got into Madrid, the sun was rising and the scene was gorgeous. Sun rise in Madrid <3
After I got off the plane and stepped into the Madrid airport, I was very frantic as I only had an hour to get to my gate. After asking around, I found out I had to go through Passport Control before I could get to the gate. Thankfully I was able to power walk with my carry-on to get ahead of this huge group of Americans headed to Passport Control. I waited in line for a couple of minutes and reached one of the desks. A man stamped a Madrid stamp in my passport, and I was off! After that I had to catch a train in the airport to get to my gate. The train was cool - it reminded me of the one in the Atlanta airport. After getting of the train, I power walked to my gate. Keep in mind, this whole time I'm in somewhat of a haze between my sleep deprivision and the sudden shift to everything in Spainsh in Madrid. At the Madrid Airport, I disocovered what many of my friends in Europe have been raving about: moving sidewalks. It's like an escalator, but flat. So you're going 2X as fast as you usually would if you walk on it! Very efficient. Anyways, I finally made it to my gate after what seemed like an eternity. About 5 or 10 minutes after I got there, the plane was boarding, so I had barely made it! Once I was seated on the plane to Malaga, a sense of relief fell over me. I was on the homestretch, and soon I would be in my Spanish home. On the Malaga flight, the attendants only spoke Spanish (as far I know), so things were a bit . . . different. Whe people were still boarding the plane, and attendant began talking, but I naturally zoned out, as I haven't a clue to what she's saying. After a while, I realized she was talking to me! (Oops.) She was pointing down the aisle, and a guy with a briefcase was looking at me. Oh, okay, I need to get up so he can sit down in a seat in my row. I don't know what you're saying, flight attendant lady, but thanks for the gestures ;) The flight was about an hour long, and it went fine. I didn't talk to anybody, but I did read a Spanish magazine that had English translations. It was pretty cool! I read about a girl from Granada who is spending the year in the US. Strange, huh? On the articles that weren't translated, I began starting to try translating them, but eventually I decided to just look at the pictures. One picture looked epecially familiar. After looking at if for a while, I realized it was some sort of parodied version of Las Meninas by Diego Velazquez. We had learned about the piece in Spanish . . . one? I believe. I ripped the page out so I could show Senora Kies and Schrader. Until then, I found the picture online:
As the plane landed in Malaga, I was in awe. I could see little out of the window, but what I did see was beautiful: mountains, the city, lots of green trees and plants. It was nice. In Madrid, I had very little time to take anything in, but now I did. I am really in Spain. I am in Europe. I crossed the ocean. Whoah. The Malaga airport was nice. I didn't have another flight to catch, I didn't have to be in a rush, I could take a breath. I had cried on every plane, and was freaking out (I still am), but I finally had a chance to slow down. Immedietely after getting of the Malaga plane, I power walked to the bathroom because I hadn't gone since Chicago. Between having a strange fear/akwardness with airplane bathrooms, and not having enough time in Madrid, I was so happy to see the restroom.
After that, I began the search for El Reclamo de Equipaje (Baggage Claim). Thanks to Spanish Two, English subtitles, and arrows, I found it in no time. As I was waiting, I found a portable luggage rack, and after some playing around, figured out how to move it around. Oh, sleep deprivision. One problem though: the Madrid ---> Malaga luggage wasn't coming. ? Finally a guy who was on my plane to Madrid and Malaga asked an airport security looking-man where our luggage was. The entire conversation between them was in Spanish, but I figured out what was going on by gestures. Apparently out luggage was in a different room. So I followed the other guy and eventually found my luggage safe and sound. Now I had to get out of the airport. Again, thanks to arrows, I made my way.
At the exit area, I looked around for Paola (my host mom), and after about 20 seconds, she walked up to me with Abuelo (her father). She greeted me with a hug, and when I turned to Abuelo, he said "besos." "Kisses?" I thought? Paola reminded me that you greet everyone in Spain with kisses - a kiss on the left cheek and a kiss on the right cheek. Oh yeah, duh! I completely forgot. Paola speaks Spanish and English, and Abuelo only speaks Spanish.
From Malaga, it was about an hour drive to Estepona, where I live. The drive was absolutely beautiful. Mountains, the sea, palm trees . . . But the driving in Spain, is crazy. It's comforting that only people over 18 can drive, because it is insane. There are these crazy circle drives everywhere, where many roads meet at this circle, then just hop in when it's clear ahead! I don't know if you can picture that, but maybe I can post a picture another time. Also, it was a bit strange seeing the speedometer read 120. That is, 120 km/hour of course, but still, strange. Mom, you will like this: on the way to Estepona, you had to pay A TOLL! Remind you of Chicago? :) Also on the way home, I saw many "white villages." If you don't know what I mean, think of Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants when Lena is in Greece. It was like that. I would show you a picture, but I didn't get a good one. Maybe another time.
When we got home, I met a lady who comes to the house three times a week to help around. I forget her name, but she seems very nice. I also met Reina, the dog (somewhat of a mixed terrior?), and Ron, the cat. I can't pronounce Reina's name very well because you have to roll your tongue to say it, which I can't do. But, I am working on it. I'm hoping it will come to me!
The house is very nice, and I have a good bedroom. I plan on doing a blog post showing a tour of the house, but not today. I have yet more things to tell you! After my suitcases were put in my room, Paola took me for a walk on the beach, along with Reina. The sea is so beautiful. I could hardly take it in. Paola says that on clear days, you can see the tip of Africa (Morocco)! She also said that there is a lot of illegal immigration from Africa - people swim across the sea. I told her about the immigration from Mexico into the US, but they don't swim across the sea!
Later on, Paola and I went to San Pedro (I think) to get some chicken. On the way, we stopped to say hi to some of her friends, a husband and wife, at their business. I think it was a pharmacy, but I can't remember for sure. Anyways, I met them, and they invited us over for lunch at their house. We accepted and headed to to their home. I don't remember their names, but the couple was very nice. They have an exchange student from Australia! Her name is Molly, and she's been here since January. We talked a lot, as we both speak English. However, it's way cooler talking to her, than just any person speaking English, because of her accent! Oh, I love it! For lunch, we had some sort of stew/soup . . . I think. The soup was okay, I didn't care much for it though. The bread was very good, as were some kind of beans we had. I wasn't very hungry, so I didn't have any of the vegetables. But it was very nice meeting Molly, because she knows what I'm going through. Apparently the couple also has a son who went on exchange last year to the US. He wasn't home, but I'm excited to meet him later on because he is my age, and like Molly, knows what I'm going through! And has been to America.
After that, we went to get the chicken. The store Paola like to buy from was closed, so we went to this place owned by some men from Belgium, and got the chicken. On the way home from the store, I began falling in and out of sleep, having mini-dreams. When we got home, I asked Paola if it was alright if I slept some, and she said that was fine. She asked if I wanted something to eat, but I wasn't hungry. I have noticed here that people are always trying to feed you!!
Well, I laid down for my nap at about 5 pm, and woke up at 3 am. Ugh - jet lag. So I went on facebook haha and checked my email, let everyone know I had made it okay. I went back to bed, and woke up at 1 pm. Again, UGH!!
For lunch, Paola made the chicken and tomatoes, some "patatas" (fries), and gazpacho. I was a little nerous about the gazpacho, but it was okay. It's a typical Spain food. We drank it instead of eating it like a soup. The chicken and patatas (which I found out, you eat with a fork here) were very good. Afterwards, Paola and I went to Marbella, and I got a cell phone. I won't be calling the US much, because it is so expensive, but I will be able to reach those in Spain that I need to. After that we walked around the shops and the port. It was so pretty! There were many restaurants from oter countries: Chinese, Mexican, etc. There were also many familiar sites: a CocaCola truck, Hard Rock Cafe, Estee Lauder. Adele was playing in the huge department store that I got my phone in. I started tearing up on one song, because I remember on time I was in the car with my mom and the song was playing. I almost broke down in the store, but somehow held myself together. I miss everyone so much. Marbella is a very touristy area, so there is a lot of variety. There is also a lot of immigration from England. I heard many languages today, but it seems that everyone speaks English. It's sort of like the universal language for everyone.
This evening, at about 9:30, Paola, Abuelo, and I, along with Paola's sister and brother-in-law, Lola and Paco, went out to eat for Chinese. Yes, you read that I right, My first dinner in Spain was Chinese. However, Chinese food in America and Chinese food in Spain are different. The Chinese restaurant we went to was owned by people from Hong Kong. It was sort of strange because there were Japanese restaurants on both sides of the Chinese one!
At dinner we ordered a buch of food that was put on this lazy-Susan looking thing in the middle of the table, and then everyone shared. I don't remember what most of it was called, but I should have pics on Facebook soon. I do remember the fried plantanas and apples with ice cream was VERY GOOD. Mm, muy bueno. The worst part of dinner was seeing a teenage girl leaving with her pants low and her underwear showing. Ew. I heard that this was popular in Spain before, but it still weirded me out. I guess I've gotten used to guys and their boxers in the US, but girls and their underwear in Spain? No. Other than that, dinner was very good. I talked to Lola a lot, as she speaks both Spanish and English. I talked with Paco a little bit, but he only speaks Spanish. Paola and Lola helped me communicate with him when I needed it. Paco taught me that "Josephine" in Spanish is "Pepa"! Cool, huh? So for now on, he is going to call me Pepa. Abuelo also calls me Pepa sometimes now. I also learned that "Paco" in English is Francisco. Yes, Laura, P. Dave, all other who were in on this joke, I have already met a "Francisco." By the time we were done with dinner, it was 11:30! Spainards really do eat late.
Once we got home, Paola and I took Reina for a short walk by the sea. She is such an awesome dog. She doesn't need a leash because she just stays near. She may wonder off a little, but as soon as you call her she comes running over! My and Reina have a cool connection. Most of the time when I walk by her, she rolls on her back for a belly rub! She's so cute.
Well now it is 2:00 in the morning here. This post has took longer than I expected it to. Tomorrow is some sort of Rotary dog show thing, so I'll let you know about that later. Also, I think I'll see Matthew tomorrow! We didn't end up traveling together, but he arrived today! I'll try to post pictures soon, but I'm very tired, and haven't had a lot of down time. I hope everything is going well back home!
Love and miss you guys so much!
Josie xoxo
P.S. I'm too tired to edit this for spelling/grammar/all that fun stuff right now, but maybe I will later.
Great post - edited or not! So glad you made it and are enjoying your time in Spain. Rest well my Darling Girl! We are awaiting more pictures and posts!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing with us. Your descriptions draw me in. I can picture some of what you are going through...especially the airport scene! I remember how that was when I went to Costa Rica...unnerving! Keep the pictures coming. That may be the closest most of us ever get to Spain!
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