The flight from Philadelphia is where it gets interesting. At the gate and almost immediately, I recognized my fellow study abroad group by the wealth of college-related paraphernalia we were all wearing. I joined the group for the rest of the plane excursions, re-met people I once knew and (attempted) to remember the names of the new folks. Haha, still working on that, but in all, very successful.
I spent the flight sitting next to Janine, watching a dumb movie called Inkheart, interspersing that with “Lord Jim” by Joseph Conrad and conversations about LOST’s upcoming season finale. Gotta love me my Des+Penny.
I’m convinced Tylenol PM is a sham, invented in collusion by doctors and Satan. It failed to put me to sleep (in a good way) on the plane and I spent about 4 hours in a bizarre intermittent zombie-sleep/notsleep period, crunched between my backpack and the lack of legroom on U.S. air flights. Icky, right? In any case, plane lands in Barcelona y todo cambio.
Thank you Mom and Dad, I had already acquired Euros (that magic tool for quenching thirst). First thing I bought was “Nécter de Piña,” aptly enough, pineapple nectar. It was excellent, but not very thirst-quenching. Plus, I really didn’t get a chance to use Spanish. A running gag in the entire trip goes like this:
Me (in broken Spanish): ….Ah….Quiero la Nécter de Piña, por favor.
Salesperson (in English): Oh, okay. That’s two euros.
I guess we’re dead giveaways for being American, right? I bought some souvenirs (mmmhmmhm….Wouldn’t you like to know what they are?) and waited for the plane to Sevilla.
Haha....oh silly American tourists. I hope that doesn't happen to much with me, though most likely considering I make an idiot of myself when I'm not in a foreign country.
ReplyDeleteOh wow, that used to happen to my dad and me when we would go to sushi bars in Japan. My dad would ask for sushi in Japanese and the waiter would simply say: "Wouldn't you rather speak English?" Embarrassing.
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