It’s 3:38pm, I am sitting in a dingy, funny-smelling airport Starbucks watching an unidentified breed of flies scuttle across the counter in front of me, and mentally prepping myself for the 9 hours of waiting I still have until my 12:15 a.m. flight to Chicago.
Why am I so early to my first flight of my travels? Because my parents, getting a head-start on their retirement plans, decided to book a flight to Tennessee that leaves at 5pm, meaning we all had to get to the airport by 2. For me, however, this means waiting 5 hours in the *boring* side of the airport since I can’t check my bag until 8:15, and I can’t go through security to get to the *fun* side of the airport until I check my bag.
Hence, the reason why I am half way through a surprisingly flavorless 12oz s’mores frappuccino (but this is not a complaint, having only gotten 4 hours of sleep last night [packing + nerves], I am just psyched about having caffeine) and am on my second rewrite of this blog post because, hey, I quite literally have nothing better to do.
And for anyone curious about my travel plans to get to Spain, I am flying into Chicago O’Hare where I will meet the other members of the Semester in Spain program. From there, we will fly to Madrid and then from Madrid to Seville, all as a group.
I am so excited for all the traveling, but at the same time, the next 48 hours can not go fast enough. España, vengo por ti!!
(P.S. I will always have a cover photo for these blog posts, just a little quirk of mine is I cannot have a complete post without one. So even though it’s not very aesthetic or interesting, please enjoy this meta-fictional photo of my view as I type this. If you look closely, you can see one of the flies.)
Emma in Seville 