Okay maybe it wasn't THAT bad, but it wasn't pleasant either.
Getting ready for Madrid, and flying/traveling by myself was not the best thing to experience. And hopefully, that'll be the worst part of the whole thing.
I'll save the details of teary goodbyes for another time. I will say though that the whole experience was quite surreal. I haven't been on too many planes before, and when I have, it's been with other people of course. Not to get too profound and existential, BUT living next to SFO airport all my life I've grown accustomed to the planes flying over ahead. Just seemed so strange to me that I was about to be on one of those planes heading towards a far away place, and staying for quite a loooong time.
After a 10 hr flight with many people, random thoughts/fears, and watching "Up in The Air" up in the air ;) I landed in the hellish labyrinth that is Heathrow airport. I got my luggage, was told to go to a different floor, to another floor to take a train to a different terminal, up 1 floor, back down to the 1st floor, through many a-hall way and then finally arrived at my gate to Lisbon, Portugal. I don't blame the Bend It Like Beckham girl for breaking from her fam traditions, probably cuz they work at Heathrow, and who wants to work in hell?
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