Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Sitting, waiting, and more waiting

I love flying. In some ways. I love the Biscoff cookies you get on the flight, and my traditional Bloody Mary mix, which I feel helps re-saltify my body after taxing flying (this is probably the exact inverse logic, since flying apparently dehydrates you, but it tastes good).
And the service is certainly nice. Since we're flying in style (mom's necessity on long flights), we had access to the Delta Sky Club lounge. It's pretty swanky with marble tables and TVs and food. With Nutella. I have to say, something about eating nutella out of the little plastic serving packets makes it even more delicious and rich than out of a jar. They also had an olive bar, delicious hummus (from Jordan?), and an open bar. So about a gin and tonic and a glass of Chianti in, dad decides it would be fun to have a drunken Sudoku contest. It's not really drunken, but it's all about the name, right? I trounced him, of course, and it's just like the days of Set. Set's a card game where the cards all have different attributes. There are 3 colors, 3 patterns, 3 shapes, and there can be from 1 to 3 of each shape on the card. The point is to match cards with completely different or the same attributes (i.e. all red, the same shape, different numbers, and the same pattern). It's a little difficult to grasp, but somehow, at 12 years old, I destroyed my older relatives, which is a little difficult to swallow. But we broke it out around Christmas time, and I was again master of destruction. I guess it's pattern recognition.
Anyways, we're now in the International terminal, with planes from all different countries and airlines written in different languages all around. And we're delayed again. The good part is that since our flight is overnight, it doesn't really matter too much if we get in an hour or two later. We just have to go to the hotel when we get in around 8 am anyways and then we have the rest of the day to explore Madrid since we leave the next morning for Granada. I'm hoping the weather stays beautiful over there since there's a strong chance of showers in Granada. Either way, I'm looking forward to seeing the swan paddle boats in Parque Retiro in action!

Here we go again

The flight was delayed 2 and a half hours. Luckily, we were running late and had only just left the house, and we're still going to make our connecting flight. But sometimes I wish they would just tell you what the problem is. We checked weather in NYC and to see if there were a lot of empty seats on the flights to JFK. Neither. It just makes you wonder. What could take 2 and a half hours? I guess it's better than waiting on the tarmac and then having to get the engine fixed. But sometimes they just outright lie to you. I remember a trip to Atlanta where they said the flight was delayed because of weather. After a quick check, we discovered the weather in Atlanta was sunny and beautiful. I guess it's the strange underground world of airlines. Always with the secrets.

Leaving on a Jet Plane

Well, not literally. But leaving in the morning for an adventure of Europe. I think it's pretty significant that my last dinner stateside is Italian. Caprese salad and Pesto Pizza (from Trader Giotto). Even though I'm headed to Spain, it reminds me of my last European tour with the family post high school graduation. That time we missed our flight because my brother had forgotten his ID at home. We missed an entire day of the trip, so I'm hoping we don't have a repeat of that disaster.
Then again, just thinking on it makes it happen, right? According to all the New Age beliefs that you create reality by your thoughts and frequencies. But how exactly do you stop thinking something once it's in your head?! I've always found that impossible.
So with less than 8 hours until we leave for the airport, I'm busy downloading books on CD from the library onto my iPod instead of figuring out how to pack for three weeks in a carry-on sized bag.
And starting a blog.
I'm a master-procrastinator.
But I'm seriously hoping that my pathetic attempt to actually record thoughts and funny happenings from this trip will come to fruition/I will actually do this regularly. One can always hope.

Itinerary: Madrid, Granada, Valencia, Barcelona -> Montreux, Grindelwald -> Paris
Watch out world. We're on the move.