Day 001 | Flight + Arrival

Friday 09 January 2009

After a spontaneous run of Red Lobster cheesy bread, nose piercings and being kidnapped by Candice, Jonathan and Robert, I finally made it home to finish packing. With only two hours of sleep, I left my house at  5am to catch my 7:50am flight which ended up being delayed for a good twenty minutes. A six-hour turbulence-filled plane ride brought me to the Big Apple. I lucked out and didn't have to walk to a different gate for my flight to Barcelona. I sat down, turned on my computer, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see some guy sitting maybe ten feet in front of me trying to get my attention. After ignoring him, he approached me asking to borrow my computer to send a quick email. Being the kind soul that I am, I let him do his business and continued to have a very intriguing conversation with this perfect stranger. We parted ways and boarded the plane.

Business class with the most awesome flight attendant was definitely the way to go. We arrived ahead of schedule and ventures off to find the horse statue where we would meet the others from our group. After waiting for almost two hours, we finally decide to leave them behind and take a taxi to studio. We ended up getting a flat tire due to the weight of our bags and therefore had to unload the car and stand in the rain while the driver fixed his wheel. We finally made it to studio and turns out my flatmates had left us at the airport and were already in the apartment.

After unpacking a bit and settling in, we venture off into the city to find a vodafone store and grocery store. After circling a few blocks multiple times, we finally found a store and made our first purchases as residents of Spain. Next we headed to the grocery store, which to my surprise, felt like home. On one shelf were packets and packets of Pancit Canton and jars of bagoong and ube. There were even customers speaking tagalog. Who woulda thunk.

Later turkies.