Day 1 | Flight+Arrival

Today was full of unexpected encounters.

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 the house at 5am to catch my 7:50am flight which ended up being delayed for a good twenty minutes. A long and turbulence-filled plane ride of six hours 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, opened up my computer. 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 an email. Being the kind soul that I am, I let him do his business and had a very intriguing conversation with a 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 ventured off to find the horse statue where we would meet others from our group. After waiting for almost two hours, we finally decide to leave them behind and take a taxi to studio. It took the driver about twenty minutes to figure out how to load the twelve pieces of luggage into the small little trunk of his. After heading out, he suddenly pulls over to the side of the road to find out that we have a flat tire. We were forced to get out of the car and remove all the luggage. Luckily, it was only drizzling at the time. We all load up into the car and make it to the studio where we were informed that we were the ones left behind at the airport. My flatmates had already arrived.

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 the 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, there were packets and packets of Pancit Canton, and jars of bagoong and ube. There were even customers speaking tagalog. Who woulda thunk. 

Later turkeys.