Motion Sickness...or Hangover?

Well, I am finally here in beautiful, techonology free Barcelona. The city is beautiful, the Universitat is amazing, and everything is slightly antiquated. Which means I have no connection with the outside world on a regular basis, unless you count my debit card. The flight, was something else.

Remember how I was so excited I thought I was going to puke? Well, I learned the other side of I'm going to puke.

So we got on the plane, which was huge and about 10 million degrees, and moved all the way to the back, in the economy cabin. My seat was in the dead center. I tried like hell to try and switch so that I could be somewhere with my own personal airspace to no avail. The plane was nice, the seats weren't too close together, but still squished enough to make you wonder what the people in first class were feeling. After we took off, they came around and offered us a cocktail. Since I was at the back of the plane and the flight attendant started at the front, I had to wait awhile to get my drunk. During this time, we hit some turbulence. Now, I've flown before but I thought that plane was going to roll. And I started to get nauseous. This goes on for some time, but they still haven't gottento me with the drink cart. By the time they got to me, I was feeling okay. So I was like, I'll get some red wine, that will take the edge off. They came around later with dinner, which was mediocre, and after dinner I was feeling okay so I got some more wine. In the seat in front of you you had your own personal TV screen so I watched some TV and tried to calm down. Eventually (who knows what time it was or what time it felt like), I started to go to sleep. Plugged my ear plugs in and tried to find a comfortable position (which was damn near impossible). So, maybe like 10 minutes later, I wake up because candy-infused kid was sobbing the way you do when you can't sleep and its all you want in the world. This went on for like...an hour solid and then on and off for the rest of the night. Awesome. So I triedto sleep some more, because by now I was actually tired, and nodded off but was awoken with a feeling of serious nausea which didn't leave until we were on land again. So I thought I was hungover...or maybe motion sick. I think a combo of both. But I really thought I could puke for like 6 hours there. Which I really didn´t like. But eventually we got here, and Barcelona is beautiful and the weather is AMAZING! There are palm trees everywhere!

So now, I haven't slept in 2 days, which is starting to catch up to me. I also got to taste my first spanish food. A ball that had potato and meat and was deep fried served with a spicy sauce, a deviled egg stuffed with a surprise tuna filling, a delicious empanada that had a chicken filling, and some potatos. Sylvia and I still haven't met our host mother but her Dad came to get me and he's really helpful and adorable, even though I clearly do not understand most of what he says to me. Our home is....interesting. We have our own rooms, which is nice. It just seems antiquated to what I'm used to. Like a frilly, old woman decorated it, which I understand Maria Jesus is not. All the walls are mauve. We do have a dog who apparently loves the jámon. Understandably. So she'll be home at 9P (or 21:00 because they do military time here. I really have no idea what time it is, ever)...aka 2P Central Time, to make us dinner. I'm trying to get over some SERIOUS jetlag by staying up until 10P, but I could totally fall asleep in La Plaza Catalunya, let all my stuff get stolen, but at least I'd finally be asleep. Sylvia wanted to go out but I lack a cell phone, brain function, and the Spanish skills for that to be a good idea.

But I'm off to catch the bus...we live like 30 minutes away from the Universitat. But the busses are nice and clean, so whatever. Class starts tomorrow...I'm excited!