If you’ve taken a trans-Atlantic flight before, you know that for all you may plan to sleep on the plane, you rarely get your beauty sleep. This was one of those not-so-rare times. To begin, I had lost my neck pillow within three minutes of arriving at O’Hare. I must have dropped it, and of course airline employees are very good about removing anything that might possibly prove a potential threat.
Across the aisle from me was a little Spanish family who looked like they had some gypsy blood to them. The little girl was tiny and busy, playing with her little toys and wanting to watch movies on either Mom’s or Dad’s entertainment system, but never her own. Her face was a miniature Spanish version of my Pastor’s littlest girl’s right down to the nose shape. She finally went to sleep in the final two or so hours of the flight.
In front of me was a sea of mainly blonde American students, who must have been going on a study abroad trip. They were fairly quiet, but did an astounding amount of texting as testified by the amount of flashing from their phones getting notifications.
After landing, I caught the metro into Madrid. Over the next 45 minutes, I saw hundreds of people reading books, checking their teeth for food, trying to flirt, trying to ignore the flirting, and teaching themselves Chinese from a book.
I even saw a man who looked and sounded exactly like one of my education professors, with the difference of being taller, lankier, Asian, and Spanish. (But he had the bowtie, the briefcase, the glasses, the smile, and the mannerisms.)
Then off I went to the Museo Arquiologico Nacional. For a history nerd like me, the National Museum of Archaeology was a 3.50€ windfall. I’d always loved the histories of the Celt-Iberians, Phoenicians, and Romans, and the museum took me on a walk through their histories. They even provided touchpoints to get to touch reproductions of the items behind the glass.
At 8, with the museum closing, I returned to Susana's tiny apartment and turned on the fan, comforting myself with the thought that everyone in Spain was sweltering with the heat wave, not just me.
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