Had a great last weekend in Spain. It was bittersweet, excited to see my family in the states but say to say goodbye to the family I had created in Granada. Our host mom got all teary when Lauren and I left, hauling way too many bags to the bus station. Sweaty and gross by the time we got there, but it was good to see our friends as we all piled onto the ALSA bus for one last weekend at the beach. Nerja was beautiful as always and it felt great to literally have nothing to do. Exams were done, I was already packed, our tickets were booked, nothing but the ocean waves and Sangria to keep us company.
The next day we hopped back on the bus to go up to Madrid, because that's where we flew out. Three American girls with total of 3 backpacks and 5 suitcases (or something like that) was the biggest struggle I have ever experienced on the metro in Madrid. First of all, we were all paranoid and watching each other's backs for thieves seeing as we were incredibly obvious targets. Second, the metro in madrid is not handicap accessible we found out as we lugged our suitcases up countless flights of stairs. Trying to take an elevator one time just spit us out to where we would have to pay again, but luckily this seemed to be a common problem because the security guard let us through anyways. Finally make it to our hostel, only to find... more stairs. No wonder people are fit in Europe.
We had a great last night out, unfortunately didn't make it to the 6 story club Kapital (since it wasn't open on a Sunday). But spending the last night out in Spain with Lauren and Alice, I wouldn't have had it any other way.
The next day was fantastic, even though it was an incredible struggle. Lauren and I got churros and chocolate one last time. Tried multiple times to sell Lauren's guitar, and it was just not working out at the Cash Converters (aka Pawn Shops). Giving up we went to go have our last cafe Bonbon. The sweet restaurant owner took pitty on us it seemed, and even though he had absolutely no use for the guitar he bought it from us for more than the Cash Converter shop. SUCCESS! We were in the goofiest mood, and decided to play on a playground for a solid 10 minutes.
Afterward we stumbled upon the fresh market in Madrid, and took the longest time deciding what we wanted to eat. It was worth it though and we had Iberian ham, gouda (with spices in it), a fresh baguette, and an avocado sandwich -- with olive oil of course.
We meandered the rest of the way over toward the Plaza del Toros because we had tickets to see the corrida (bull fight) that day. On the way it just decided to start HAILING -- when it had been sunny only hours before.
We ducked inside a coffee shop and waited it out for awhile. By the time we made it to the Plaza our feet were soaked, but the clouds were passing. I was seriously hoping for a rainbow, but it didn't end up happening. During the corrida one of the matadors got smeared into the ground by the bull :/ but surprisingly was still able to stand up and finish the bull fight.
After the corrida we made our way back to the hostel and then to the airport to spend the night. I ended up staying awake and letting Lauren sleep. We were to the airport with plenty of time before our flights because I was determined to not miss my flight like the last time I was coming back from Europe. However, upon checking in with Iberia I was informed that even though I had been purchased my ticket back in September the airline is allowed to overbook the flight by 10% or something and I was therefore on standby. The solution was to put me on an earlier flight, one that happened to board in 15 minutes from the time they told me. With lack of sleep and a bit of travel stress I was freaking out a bit trying to get through security, and ended up running to my gate and just making it in time to board. Even though my time in the London airport was a bit strange, on the plus side I think I got rid of my jet lag.
Upon arriving in the SeaTac airport I immediately saw familiar faces, including my friend Jennie and Monique and... Macklemore (even though I only spoke to him enough to get a picture).
It has been great being back in the United States, though of course bittersweet. This may be my last blog post about this adventure in my life, but it definitely will not be my last. So grateful to have had this experience in my life, and I cannot wait to see even more of this amazing world that we live in. ¡Hasta luego España!