I’m full of energy. I’m bouncing off of the walls. Never mind that I only got two hours of sleep – I’m doing great!
Okay, GOTCHA! I’m so exhausted I realized on the plane from London to Madrid that I was crying because my eyes were so tired. Other than that, I’m doing fine. No one has stolen my money, my possessions, or my life (yet), and I’m situated in a four star hotel in downtown Madrid ready to start the tour (once I’ve gotten some serious sleep).
The flights were everything I thought that they’d be – cramped in a small space with people that smell funny, eating strange synthetic food, and hoping that the airplane wouldn’t crash and burn on the landing. Thankfully, everyone was friendly, even when I pestered people at the Boston terminals for the right place to check in (the people at the bus station told me Gate E when it was supposed to be Gate B, fun fun fun). Another bonus: no terrorists and no body searches. I guess I just look too harmless. Should I work on that?
I’ve met loads of people in the group that will be going to Bilbao with me – no chainsaw killers yet, another relief. It’s really nice not to have to travel alone.
After this I go to a dinner downstairs where they will orientate us, percolate us, titillate us, agitate us, and segregate us…or something. Tomorrow is a tour of the city, Segovia the day after that, then Toledo on the third day.
Further posts to follow…but only after I lie down and completely and thoroughly die for the night. I shall resurrect a new person (at least one without circles under her eyes).