Airport!

So since my family and friends have all deemed my sense of direction hopeless, my mom will be flying with me on our 6:00 p.m. flight to Madrid to make sure I don't get lost. We get to stay in Madrid for a few days before I go to stay with the Serranos for the rest of the month.

I am bracing myself for the little sleep I will get on the 7 hour flight, landing at 1 in the morning New York time, but 7 a.m. in Madrid. Joy. At least I brought some books to read although I find it even more enjoyable to people-watch... observing the quirky and strange styles, accents and luggage preferences. For example, it is common  to spot a young girl in a pink down jacket and Uggs dragging a glittery My Little Pony or Dora backpack behind her. Or to find a 45 year old Swedish man like the one sitting across from me, playing on his PSP with his headphones in and brow furrowed. How intriguing.

Apart from the people-watching though, it is only natural for me to consider that my last hour in the United States is being spent typing away while I observe the people around me.  So my mom and I decided to have a bit of fun on photo booth to document our wait, sitting on the hard, carpeted floor. Due to the fact that people like to put their bags on empty seats instead of on the ground, we have been sitting against a wall, making faces at the camera to cover the fact that we would much rather be sitting in the cushioned, red chairs.

By tomorrow I will be in Spain, jet-lagged, but ready travel around the city and stay in the hotel with India and her mom (who may also not have trusted India's sense of direction.)