KD - Thursday was great! I had to stay after work again, but this was because I got to go to another event. This one was at a club called Luz de Gas and was a solidarity/benefit/charity concert for La Casa de Ronald McDonald. I had written this speech so I got to go and enjoy the evening. I didn’t get to enjoy the complementary drinks, (cava or vino, aka wine), but the concert was surprisingly good. I say surprisingly because it was jazz, which has never been my forte. The first singer was Gwen Perry, the same who had sung at the most recent Consulate event, and the second was Alma Simonne, a local girl who had made it big. The music was a mix of English and Catalan, ranging everywhere from Sweet Georgia Brown to original pieces. The club itself was pretty awesome: a large dance floor in the middle, an island bar, some balconies, and the décor was classy, like turn of the century classy.
The concert was supposed to go from 9-11, but started about a half hour late. This meant that it went a little late as well and, unfortunately, public transit closes down at midnight. I had to leave a little early or I would have been stranded 45 minutes (in metro) away from my house in a new section of the city I had never been in before. I made it to a metro stop, the same I had arrived at, but soon realized that it was the wrong one. Every stop here as a minimum of two exits, and sometimes as many as six. To go back to Pl. Catalunya I had to leave the metro, turn right, take another right, walk a block, and turn left. I made it on the second to last train of the night. Once home, I stayed up late to make sure Nikki got on the flight, and then called it a night.
Nikki - Today was the beginning of my Journey to Spain! I've been trying to get everything ready for a few weeks and KD has been planning like crazy! I was so excited this morning that I got up before my alarm. My mom was super sweet to have already put my bags in the car before I woke up. (Secretly, I think she is very excited!) My mom even did my hair for the trip!
It was a fun car ride. Although, there were a lot of phone calls. Her calls were business. Mine were to tell family members that I loved them. Thankfully, we got a good chance to talk, just me and my mom. She was so worried about me getting on the plane that she decided to stick close by and get a waffle for breakfast.
I had a small mishap where the computer wouldn't print my boarding pass. Thank goodness for humans! I checked to make sure that I was on the standby list and then gave a call to my Hanks family. My Mother-In-Law was so cute making sure I was okay and gave some fun suggestions for the trip. I easily made it onto the first flight! What an adventure! I was on my way to New York! The first flight was mostly boring and uneventful.
I arrived safely to the JFK airport. It was a confusing airport, but there were lots of help stations. As I was heading to the gate I hear a voice behind me saying, "Move, Move, MOVE! We're coming through!" I quickly sidestepped, thank goodness, or I would've been mowed over by a couple and their stroller followed by their double stroller! They were headed toward the shuttle to terminal B and boy were they moving. For all of their efforts, including a bit of yelling at the airport staff, they only made it one spot in front of me and we rode the same shuttle. (I hope they made their flight... Otherwise, I'm not sure all the fuss was worth it.)
I made it to my own terminal with about thirty minutes to spare. I checked with the desk and they printed me a boarding pass! I was so worried about this flight.... If I didn't make it I wasn't sure how often they go to Spain. It didn't matter because I was on! After a small delay, I boarded the plane! I was on my way to Spain! Well.... sort of. The plane was supposed to take off at 7:38pm. People were still boarding. Then, it was about 8pm (New York time) and we were backing out. MAINTENANCE! They got a check light that had to be cleared by maintenance. It took awhile, but finally they got us back up to the gate and we were cleared! Then, we had to wait for fuel. Finally, at a little after 10pm, we pulled back out to the runway. We were 11th in line..... AND TAKE OFF! I was actually on my way to Spain!
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