November 24, 2011

Woke up at 7:30am this morning. An hour later than I was supposed to. Woo go me! Thankfully I had packed my bag the night before so all I had to do was get the last minute things (toothbrush, make up, hair brush, etc.) in my bag. Simple.

I hate rushing around to get ready. It makes me so nervous that sometimes I nearly have panic attacks. I shoved some cereal down my throat took a shower in literally 2 minutes and got dressed. Was supposed to be out the door by 8. I was ready to go by 8:05. Amazing I got ready so quick, given I usually take about an hour to get ready. But I knew that if I didn’t leave before 8:10 (at the latest) my whole trip would probably be fucked.

Ended up leaving around 8:15 since Fernando wasn’t yet ready to take me to the bus station but it’s ok I made it to the station in time and got on the bus. No problem. Now here is where I really wished I spoke Spanish. This uber attractive guy said something to me (I think about reclining his seat) but I wasn’t sure what he said and hell even if I was, I didn’t know how to respond. So the entire ride (like 2 hours) to Sevilla he and I kept exchanging glances with smiles, of course.

Smoot ride to Sevilla then I had to find a taxi. Wasn’t that hard, they were all lined up outside the bus station. Hopped in and instead of feeling like I was going to be kidnapped by the taxi driver and murdered I felt safe. The car was clean, smelt good, the cabby lady was nice. All around I wasn’t fearing for my life the entire time. She was a nice lady although we didn’t communicate much because of the language barrier but she was still nice enough.

Now I am sitting in the Sevilla airport. I got here around 11:15am and my flight doesn’t leave until 4:30pm. However this was my only option, to get here super early and sit around and wait or not go on my trip at all. I’d rather sit around and wait, I’ve done a lot of that in airports lately to not even care anymore, than to miss my entire trip.

Tried to get some chips from the vending machine but the damn machine wouldn’t take my coin. It’s like it’s sitting here, staring at me, taunting me, telling me that I’m a poor bastard that doesn’t get to eat. Sure I could go to one of the cafes here and get something but I wanted some damn chips! Although I did end up getting 2€ from the machine that weren’t mine. So score I suppose! 2€ I wasn’t expecting to have. Hopefully the rest of the day goes this well.

Tried to get online. Stupid internet here tricks you. It connects to the wi-fi network no problem. Opens the internet to the homepage. Perfect. And then when you go to type in a different URL stupid jerks decide to THEN tell you “oh wait, loser, you have to either have an account with movistar internet or buy one now to use the internet. Oh you don’t have one? Hahahaha that sucks, you’re lame, go play in traffic now idiot”. So instead of surfing the oh-so-exciting web on this gorgeous Thanksgiving day I am stuck with playing solitaire which I play too often and get bored of quick.

2.5 more hours till my flight leaves. Going to get my visa and passport checked and head through security to wait for the gate to open. Gotta be one of the first there because it’s a damn free for all for seats on this airline. I can just imagine the African Savanna in this situation. Lions going after gazelles. Should be fun!