Tengo freaking miedo. Im sitting at the gate in Santiago, Chile waiting for my third and final flight to Buenos Aires. Thankfully, my nightmares that ive been having for the past week didn’t come true (knock on wood- im not there yet). Besides the last minute frenzy at home misplacing my credit card and having to pump the tire that saba popped last week, all has gone pretty smoothly so far. I was able to get away with packing my unnecessarily large two suitcases- each were 51-52ish pounds but the nice delta ladies let me pass. But I was really stressed when my flight got delayed two hours. It was torture sitting in that airport and the flight to Atlanta knowing I would be cutting my next connecting flight close. Thankfully, I made a friend from Bardstown KY on the first plane who was flying to Santiago as well, to study abroad. So I wasn’t alone in my sprint from the one gate to the next, thank god, otherwise im sure I would have had a near panic attack. We even had time to stop and get food, thank gawd, otherwise who knows if my body would betray me again and I would have fainted. I was sure the whole time that the 10 hour flight would serve dinner but my bardstown friend was not near confident so we stopped anyway. I had two dinners, the food was better than I expected. I sat smack dab in the middle of the middle aisle, the plane was 7 seats wide and huge. They played horrible movies, the only one I recognized was one with Jenifer aniston but I slept through the whole thing thankfully. Then they played this show called American Pickers or something and they were in KY the whole time. Ironic. I felt special/sad/nostalgic. I sat next to a really nice Mexican woman who liked to talk a lot. About everything. Including her sexlife, especially after they started pouring the wine (by the way, Dad, they asked me how old I was when I asked for wine, I thought it didn’t matter on international flights? Or maybe it was just the mean asian gay man not wanting to serve me, nonetheless I took your advice, had a few glasses of wine as a 21 year old and fell asleep). I felt like an adult, it was weird. But she was a good seat companion. To my otherside was a relatively overweight man who left the light on the whole time and I was scared to even attempt to pass by him so I restrained myself from drinking my usual quantity of water, and only got up twice when my neighbors got up (I feel like poop now because of it). It didn’t even seem like 10 hours, I did get up atone point just to walk around because I was getting antsy and my back was killlllllllllllllllling me. Obviously, everything is in Spanish now, even on the last plane everyone was speaking Spanish, its gonna be cool/weird to get used to. I feel like I lost all of my Spanish since last semester and am sure I seem like the dumb, ignorant, American; but whatevs go USA. I’m a bit rusty in the Spanish department thanks to my lazyness and denial all summer but I need to quit being stubborn and at least try to start having some confidence in my speaking. I’ve already been mistaken for a Latina 3 times by different airport attendants when I asked them questions, they are surprised, coo. Now I’m sitting at the gate (I hope it’s the right one? The screen says so but no one is here and we were supposed to board 10 minutes ago according to my ticket…) I cant wait to get on this final plane and finally relax. Then all I have to do is find my way to school, somehow… sounds easier than I think it actually will be though, I’ll figure it out eventually, ill be less stressed since I don’t have a deadline or plane waitinf ro me. I wish I could just go to sleep after thisbut im sure I have lots of orientation stuff to do. Fun.
Ugh my flight got delayed 2.5 hours and the gates move twice, hope this one actually comes.