Holy Schnikes, I'm in Spain!

So I've finally given in to peer pressure and decided to start writing a blog. Yeah, I'm weak, I know. So here's the gist of what it do in mi vida right now, it all basically comes down to the following: I'm in friggin' Spain! But before I get to all that, let me write a little about the flight over here.

So we were told to arrive at the airport about 3 hours before takeoff for international flights. Whatevs, not too bad. Except for the fact that my flight out of Minneapolis was at 6:40 in the am. Kinda unfortunate, but again, whatevs. So being the overly punctual family that we are, we got to said airport even before 3:40.

We walked in and noticed the place to be completely barren of any and all life forms. We stumbled upon some security guard who said that the agents and such don't even show up until like 4:30. Sadsies. So alas, there was much waiting to be done. That didn't really bother me, though.

It was Philadelphia that bothered me a bit. The flight arrived at like 10:00 their time. Ahead of schedule actually, go figure. That's all well and good except for the part where the flight to Madrid didn't takeoff until 6:10. What the frigg is one supposed to do in an airport for 8 hours?

Turns out nothing. My computer's apparently a piece of work and decided that its wireless connection didn't need to funcionar, it was almost impossible to take a nap due to the fact that I'm apparently paranoid about sleeping in airports because I feel someone's going to off me in my sleep, and I quickly grew tired of lugging my bag around as I had definitely overpacked it, so wandering around was out of the question.

So what's there left to do, you ask? Stare. Yeah. Stare. Just kinda looking around watching people and such in the hopes of not coming off as too creepy. 8 hours and some change (because the flight was delayed due to some hurricane, I guess. I mean, c'mon, a hurricane?! That's weak.) of just looking at stuff. It turns out I don't have ADD.

Of course the worst of everything was the McDonald's in this dive. Now don't get me wrong, I love McDonald's in a very unhealthy manner, but this one... eh, not so much. Just gonna throw this out there... there were NO double cheeseburgers. What!? Is that some sort of sick chiste?! I walked up to the establishment and was instantly taken aback by this startling revelation. I was asked what I wanted to consume and I couldn't find words. I somehow stammered that I wanted the Southern Style Chicken Sandwich or whatever that mess is. "That'll be $4.99," the cashier said. I reached into my wallet and pulled out the McDonald's gift card I'd been given by my awesome friend Laura and handed it to the woman. "We don't accept those here," she reported. It was at this point that my head exploded. After a quick clean up I handed her some money. This was largely due to the fact that when properly used, money can be exchanged for goods and services.

I don't know if you could really call the Southern Style Chicken Sandwich a "good," though. *shrugs* Anyways, the woman asked for my name because apparently that's easier than a number or something. As per usual, I replied with, "Aaron," as that's totally mi nombre. Preliminary transaction completed, I walked off to find a spot to sit and wait for my foodage. T'wasn't too long before I heard, "Erik!" I rolled my eyes and walked over to procure my sustenance. Being called "Erik" has been a recent source of disconcertion for me. I get it all the time. Is it something about how I pronounce "Aaron" that forces this upon me? Meh, it's all hood.

I must say, though, that said McDonald's meal FAAAAR outclassed the food served on the flight to Toledo. I hate vegetables with the passion and fury of a thousand suns, but I actually chased down the horse meat they gave us with the little salald also included in the meal. You could literally see the marks where the jockey hit the thing. And you KNOW it's a legit meal when the dessert is some sort of rhubarb-cake concoction. *shivers*

But all that's irrelevant as I sit here typing this because holy schnikes, I'm in Spain!