Flight from Miami International Airport to Madrid-Barajas Airport, taxi from Madrid-Barajas Airport to Madrid Atotcha Train Station, train from Madrid Atotcha to Seville Santa Justa Train Station, and finally taxi to el hotel! Luckily, I had a partner, or "companion" as my grandfather called her--Lauren! The bad news is that together we had seven bags, four of them over fifty pounds...
So although MSN rated Miami worst city in America to live in, my travels from MIA to Madrid were smooth. The flight boarded only 40 minutes late and we sat on the runway for about an hour. I was really excited to see that Lauren and I were seated in "preferred" seating on the plane! What that meant--NOTHING. We were not first class or business class like we thought, nor were we able to board early...still confused. But, thanks to the little pink ambien pill, I slept for a majority of the flight--believing that the flight was the best flight I had ever taken.
It wasn't until I had reached Madrid, when I realized that my Spanish vocabulary was really only strong for three words: gracias, perdon, and Señor. Luckily, the people in Spain feel very strongly that they do not need to slow down when speaking Spanish to Americans, so that helped.
All in all, the trip was smooth and easy! I'm here, and I'm safe!
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