Hola, my loyal followers! I am sure you have all been greatly anticipating the moment when a new blog would appear, clicking the "refresh page" button over and over again until you collapse with exhaustion.
So sorry to all who haven't slept in almost 3 days, but here is the long awaited update!
Last I left you (Saturday), I was primping and prepping for a night out on the town in Madrid, which feels like weeks ago. It was our last night in Madrid so we decided to live it up and didn't end up making it back to the hotel until 6 in the morning (I am sure that's just what you want to hear, Mom). We had to be out of the hotel by noon so needless to say none of us got very much sleep. We spent the day exploring the city (and the sales) and headed out for the airport at 5:30pm (the times are important for my story so take mental notes).
We metro-ed it to the airport and chilled while we waited for our flight. None of us got food since we were scheduled to get to Barcelona at 8:30pm, plenty of time to metro it back for our free dinner at the Agora. We loaded onto the plane at 7:30pm and waited. And waited. And waited. Finally after about a half an hour the pilot came on the intercom and said something (in Spanish). Another 45 minutes go by and he says something again. An hour goes by and people are starting to get a little upset, but a stewardess informs us all (in broken English) that once the door of the plane has been closed, they are not legally allowed to let people out until we either land at our destination or cancel the flight.
It was 2:30 am when the cabin doors finally opened again in Barcelona. Let's recap, shall we? Left the hotel at 5:30pm, got on the plane at 7:30pm, flight took off at 1:30 AM, arrived in Barcelona at 2:30am, forced to take a 40 euro cab ride back because the metro was closed, and arrived at the Agora at 3am, with all hopes of any type of dinner long gone.
Yes, you counted right, SIX HOURS SITTING ON AN IMMOBILE PLANE (not that I'm mad or anything). The first 2 hours were bearable, we kept each other occupied by playing games and reminiscing about old cartoons and television shows of the 90's (oh, the good ole days). But at hour 3 extreme fatigue set in, and hour 4 brought extreme hunger. We hadn't eaten since lunch and there was no food on the plane except pringles and oreo's. And they didn't have any milk, so there might as well have not been any oreo's. Doesn't this dumb country know you can't have oreo's without milk?! Apparently not.
By hour five we were all delirious. Airplane cabin fever had set in. So much so, that 2 guys on the trip starting playing high card-low card for slaps. They would each pick a card from the deck and whoever had the highest card got to slap the other. It was the most barbaric, pointless, stupid and entertaining thing ever. They stopped after about 10 minutes, once they started breaking blood vessels on their arms (literally).
Would you like to know what caused this six hour delay? This foodless, sleepless, slap-full night? ONE QUARTER OF AN INCH OF SNOW (not that I care). It snows in Madrid all the freaking time, wouldn't you think they'd invest in some type of equipment to prevent 6 hour delays for a miniscual amount of snow fall?! It's not like it was the storm of the century, it's not like it was at all unexpected, it's just so flipping ridiculous.
You guys are very lucky I am writing this now, 2 days later when I have calmed down considerably (yes, this is comparatively calm) and can edit my choice of words for my younger readers out there.
But let's end on a happy note, shall we? I didn't fail my Spanish test! I am very proud to say that I received a passing grade (and that's about as specific as I'm going to get). Also, thanks in part to the six hour delay, I have now finished reading Blue like Jazz and Ender's Game! 2 down, 18 more to go to complete my goal of 20 books in 2010.
Ok you crazy kids, I am off to the Sagrada Familia. AKA the absolute most sickest Cathedral ever. No, really, it's taken like 1,000 years to build and they just passed the half way mark in completing it. It might be done in our life time, if we're lucky.
Mucho Amor,
Robyn
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