Day 2

When you talk to others about flying, everyone has their own horror story: crying babies, turbulence, flying to the wrong destination, missing your connecting flight, etc. Most of which I had never experienced, thank goodness. However, this journey proved to make sure I understood what other’s had only talked about. 

As my weary companion and I finally board our American Airlines flight 732 from Charlotte to London at 9:20 pm, we prepare ourselves for this seven hour flight, laying our heads back to catch some z’s. We know once we land in Madrid, the itinerary will be non stop with dinner, drinking, and dancing, so sleep at this point is essential. After we take off, I comfortably set my chair to the recline position and attempt to go to dreamland. Finally!

Thirty minutes into the flight, I hear it. The screaming cries of a child directly to my left. As I look to my right, I catch my husbands frustration. I turn to check out the situation and see a father standing in the aisle rapidly rocking this distressed child to sleep. At this moment, I’m not sure who feels worse, the two year old screaming or the parents who are keeping everyone on this seven hour flight awake,  As I try and drown out the wails of this unhappy being, I put my headphones on and attempt to make my way into dreamland once again. Success, thank goodness for headphones!

Finally we arrive. Taking a bus from the airport we ride to our last stop, Avenida de America with a five minute walk to the Airbnb. We quickly take showers and get ready to head out for the night.

I believe traveling suits me. I love experiencing other cultures and expanding my world view. In Spain, dinner isn’t served until later and not at all what we are used to in the U.S. of A. We arrive at Restaurante Amazonico for dinner with reservations at 8pm for a much anticipated eight course meal with wine pairing. All around the restaurant is fauna and amazon like decor.

As we walk through this tightly packed restaurant to our table of 15 in the back, I view a delicious display of fish and meat cooking behind glass in an open flame. My husband’s choice was the meat course as I chose the fish. This way we ensured to get the best of both worlds. Everything was delicious and paired nicely with our red wine.

For dessert we were served part of a roasted pineapple with vanilla ice cream which was proudly displayed cooking as we walked through.

We ended up finishing the night at a club, El Doblon dancing and drinking the night away because nothing closes before 5am.

A great start to a much needed vacation!

Day 1

Using the words Day 1 can mean a lot of things to many people: a new beginning, a new chapter, a new adventure. Day 1 usually starts with a certain amount of hope, courage, and motivation which allows you to keep going once you’ve reached further into your beginning, chapter, or adventure. For me Day 1 represents all of these things.

I’ve been trying to begin my blog for some time now. I can hear my husband in the back of my mind saying “everyone who has their own photography business nowadays has a blog,” and yes while that is true, I’ve never really found a reason to start.

I was a high school art teacher for eight years which I left a year and some change ago. I thought throughout this transition into the non-teaching world, I would have a reason to start my blog. Many times I came close to writing my Day 1, hearing from other teacher friends of moments I would no longer be apart of: the first day of school, award ceremonies, and especially graduation. However, after reflecting on these moments, I didn’t want my blog to start on a negative beginning. After all, beginnings are supposed to be about hope and positivity. So I continued to search for the opportune time.

Skipping ahead a month, I find myself in the DCA airport at 12 noon with my handsome traveling companion heading to a continent I’ve never visited. I said to myself, this is it, this my Day 1!

On this trip I’ve committed to taking photographs of my experiences everyday and posting to my blog. For this trip on my blog most of my photos will be taken from my cell phone and edited in my Photoshop Express app. These images are not meant to be printed or hung in a space but merely an awesome glimpse into a trip I will cherish and look back at years from now and smile. Hopefully you as my audience will enjoy too.

Yes, I did bring my DSLR and I plan to take amazing photographs to bring back and sell, after all I am a professional photographer but this new beginning, new chapter, and new adventure is about me and for me with hope, courage, and motivation to get my photography business on the right start.

I believe I have accomplished that and look forward to the next 10 days documenting memories with my friends and loved one. I hope you enjoy this trip with me. Thanks for stopping by.

So traveling can be stressful, right? This is what I’ve heard but have been rather lucky in my small amount of traveling not to have dealt with the difficult. Well there’s always a first for everything.

We arrive early to ensure no hiccups. Getting onto the plane, my husband and I begin to get excited for our next leg of the journey. As we sit patiently with our seatbelts on, a loud sound cracks, it’s lightning and here comes the heavy rain. The traveler next to me responds to our current situation, “oh man, the pilot won’t fly in the storm so we may have to wait.” Sure enough the captain comes over the speaker and announces the storm should only last 20 minutes after it passes we should be good to go. An alert comes across my phone, an American Airline alert. Our departure time is now scheduled for 4:15. We were scheduled to leave at 3:30.

What you are not privy to until this moment is our connecting flight to Madrid is in 2 hours. This current flight time is an hour and fifty-five minutes. An overwhelming sense of despair comes over me and I know we won’t make the next flight. My husband turns to me with hopeful eyes and says “we will make it,” and at that moment I wish I shared his positivity.

Well you probably guessed it, we didn’t make it. So here we sit in the Charlotte airport drinking away our frustrations and patiently awaiting our next flight out to London then to Madrid. Out of this whole situation I have learned to be thankful for my husband because he stepped up and took charge. So as my husband tries to work out our new seating arrangements with the flight attendants I’m going to sit here and finish my beer because I know he won’t disappoint. Here’s to the next leg of the journey as I tip my glass to you dear readers. Next stop London!

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