Frustration still consumed my mind when I awoke today, so I went out for some breakfast. As I was sitting there eating my eggs, a family of five came and sat at the table right next to mine. There was mom and dad, one little boy, and two younger girls. One of the little girls, who was clearly mentally handicapped (not down syndrome, but possibly autistic), came and sat on the seat right next to mine, practically in my lap! I'll admit that I felt a little awkward, as such moments can be, but I come from a large family with many little cousins who climb on me and always ask me to play their little games they create. I'm used to children. So, I just smiled at this young girl and her parents. Then her mom asked her daughter, "uh oh, do you have a new boyfriend?" The little girl nodded her head, smiled, and hugged my arm and laid her head on me. We all laughed. Her father apologized as he got her situated in her seat.
I know this doesn't really have much to do with Spain, but it was cute and worth telling everyone.

Spain! (or not)

As I'm writing this entry, I'm supposed to be on an airplane squashed between two complete strangers whom I know absolutely nothing about besides the fact that we are all bound for the same airport. But instead, I'm sitting here at my own desk, in my own house, in Atlanta, GA. Instead of kicking back at a street-side patio at some tapas restaurant in downtown Madrid eating, well, tapas, and drinking sangria, I'm eating a chick-fil-a sandwich and drinking sweet tea. Why, you ask? Because mother nature decided to get moody and cause an outburst of thunderstorms, which ended up cancelling my flight. Not cool. Needless to say, I'm very disappointed right now. I stood around at Hartfield-Jackson International Airport today for almost four hours, only to learn that my new flight destined for Madrid departs on July 1...Sunday! Bullshit? Um, yeah. What puts the icing on the cake is the new 8 hour layover in Newark, NJ. I must say, my study abroad experience did not get off on a good start. But, I must remain optimistic and deal with the circumstances. Perhaps it's life's subtle, or not so subtle, way of teaching me patience...