I boarded the plane at DFW airport to leave the great U.S. for the very first time feeling excited and nervous, but mostly excited. Did I mention it was only my third time to fly, and the first time for me to fly alone. The flight from Dallas to Madrid was awesome. I was in the aisle seat and no one was sitting in the next two chairs to the left of me, so I laid down and slept. As crazy as it was, getting back to Texas a little less than 24 hours before my flight helped me sleep through 5 of the 9 hours. The flight departed right on time, and I arrived to Madrid around 9 A.M. on June 20th.
I checked my bag in Dallas and asked for it to be transferred to my connecting flight for me. I thought it would work, but before I boarded the woman who helped me called the gate and told me to check for it in Madrid just in case. I didn't see it in Madrid, so I proceeded to get to my connecting flight to Barcelona. My reservation code was not registering, and I asked for help from three different people who all told me to go to the kiosk to check-in. I had already tried that, but it was not working. Finally, someone sent me to customer service. By the time I got to the desk it was 10:30 am and "my" flight was at 11. Turns out my ticket was pending.
Up until then I was a little frazzled, but now I was straight up stressed out. My Sympathetic Nervous System took over-- increased heart rate, increased blood pressure, etc. It's known as the fight or flight response. I really just wanted to fly. I knew that I needed to be on time to Barcelona because my friends were going to meet me at the airport there. I was panicking.
Let me just take a second and say how thankful I am for the woman who helped me. I am thankful she did everything she could to get me on that flight safe and sound. Basically what ended up happening is I bought my ticket and she stamped the boarding pass and told me to go quickly. I went through security and ran.(I was that crazy person running through the airport because I was late) I boarded the plane at 10:58 A.M. (It left at 11 A.M.) Well because of me, it departed at 11:15.
I knew when I got to Barcelona that my bag was probably not there, but I knew it was better than me being stuck in Madrid. I was so happy to see Robin, Kendra, and Kyntra. I was beyond overwhelmed and ready to be out of the airport that I decided I wanted to just leave and deal with my bag later. (That was dumb)
Off we went to check into our flat, where I met an incredibly kind woman named Aurelia. The name Aurelia means golden and that she is. She is one of those people who has a calming presence. She was incredibly kind and treated me above and beyond what I would expect from someone who was only supposed to let us into the flat. Aurelia is from Canada and moved to Barcelona 25 years ago. She can speak English and Spanish very well. She helped me call the airport (the automated voice was all in Spanish) and she even drove me 40 minutes back to the airport to take care of everything. The car ride was awesome. She told me about her kids and Barcelona. She told me about Canada and she told me what she liked about the States. Her favorite store in America is Target. We talked about American politics and compared it to Spain. She gave me so much insight into the daily life in Spain.
She has a daughter attending a university in Belgium studying dance. She talked about how she missed her so much and was so excited to be visiting her that coming weekend. Aurelia told me I reminded her of her daughter at the end. Maybe that's why she was so kind, but either way I cannot say how thankful I am that I met Aurelia. How awesome that a stranger moved her schedule around to help me get something as simple as clothes back. What a loving person!! Her help and kindness touched me in a way that I will never forget.
The man at the baggage desk told me they could have my bag in Barcelona that day (Tuesday), but that would mean I would miss out on seeing parts of Barcelona. I decided the best option was to have it sent to Sevilla. It was a great decision. While wearing the same two outfits got old real fast (I didn't have pajamas either), it made me realize how much I value my stuff. It was honestly refreshing not to waste time figuring out what I would wear. I was content. Content in knowing that my worth and identity doesn't come from the clothes I wear or how I do my hair--such a great reminder. Thankful for the opportunity to learn so much and have community in Barcelona with some amazing women of God. {Robin, Kendra, and Kyntra--- Thank y'all so much for putting up with me, and encouraging me so much. :) } may not have had my stuff, but I had new places to see, food to try, and memories to make. Speaking of food, they have Lemon Fanta here in Spain. For those of you who don't know, lemon flavored sweets are some of my favorite desserts. I ordered lemon fanta not knowing if I would like, but you never know unless you try it. It was so yummy. If I could, I would bring home lots and lots of it. So, needless to say sometimes life (even little details that aren't super important) doesn't go as planned, but everything works out in the end.
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