Flying home

This is a very blurry photo from my ipod touch of the Mediterranean coastline. We made it to the airport this morning, and after a small hiccup (umm..our flight to Madrid was canceled/no longer existed) we had smooth travels home. The plane from Madrid to Philadelphia was larger and newer than the plane we crossed the ocean in the first time which made things much more pleasant. The flight from Philadelphia to Portland was a little rough just because it was 6 hours long with no food or movies and I couldn't sleep because my contacts were already bugging me and I knew that if I closed my eyes for a long period of time it would be no good. However, we landed, I didn't have any anxiety attacks and we made it home.

Future me knows that in a week or so it will take my parents 3 days to get home from Madrid. Cancelled flights and delays will have them spending not one but two nights in airport hotels along various legs of the trip. We are lucky to have arrived home on time. 

I am so glad I went on this trip. As always when I do something hard, I learned that I am stronger than I think I am. Honore and I had a great time together and we are really good traveling companions. And I feel like I really got to know Spain. We tried new things, I got my travel legs under me again (not that I will be using them anytime soon...), and I got to spend some quality and memorable time with my family. It will not soon be forgotten.