Made it!

I can happily say I made it to Madrid without a hitch. What a relief! I'm currently sitting in my friends living room typing away. I've slept, showered, eaten and popped a few ibuprofen so I feel great. I do have a stye in my eye and a horrible canker sore but I'm in one piece. Maybe that's too much info! Whatever.

I left St. Louis this morning at 11:30am and got into Washington D.C. at 2:30 (ET). No turbulence or anything, which I was worried about because it was a very tiny plane...only about 20 rows maybe.

In D.C. I had about 3 hours to kill, so I pulled out my ipod to see if by chance there was some free wifi...and there was! D.C., you are now officially my favorite airport. The 3 hours went by a lot faster with websurfing and messaging involved! Thank god for wifi. I did have some trouble with my shoes while I was there. I like to forget that a certain pair always tears my heels to shreds and so walking through the airport did them in. To the point my feet were on fire. I pulled over to the side and meant to trade them for a pair of sandals I was hauling in my bag when a woman stopped and asked me if I had blisters. It was so crazy. I was just thinking how dumb it was to not pack band-aids and wondered where I could get some in an airport. And then this woman appeared and just handed me a bunch of Dr. Scholls wrap- thingys to put around my heels. I was in shock! I did not expect someone to notice, much less care, that my heels were raw. Lady, I am forever grateful, and I will pass it on.

The flight from D.C. to Madrid was also uneventful and I got to watch Salmon Fishing in the Yemen and The Five Year Engagement (I'm an Emily Blunt fan). They were ok, but helped pass the time.

I landed in Madrid at 7:45am (12:45am for everyone back home) having not slept a wink on the plane. There is no worse feeling than being exhausted and smelly after traveling all day. Needless to say I was very happy to see my friend Raelynne and her boyfriend waiting for me when I got all my bags. Which brings me back to where I started with this post.

I will say this trip to Madrid was a lot more difficult emotionally-speaking than I thought it would be. My dad choked up at the airport which made me upset and it followed me the whole way here. I think I cried about a dozen times just in St. Louis, before I even got on a plane. Ugh. It's going to be an adjustment. So I'm taking it one day at a time.

~Caralyn