Goodbye sun, hello rain... oh and traveling craziness!

Spain day 3. Up by 9, out the door by 10. First we went to the market (Jussi couldn't stop thinking about it) and then headed to see the church we couldn't see the first day because I wasn't dressed properly. The church was wonderful but nothing like La Familia.


Next was the top of Barcelona. A huge hill that we of course chose to walk up. For some reason it was very humid, I think because it had just rained. But by the time we made it to the top of of the hill everyone was drenched in sweat. And we wouldn't have time to shower before the plane ride. Poor people that had to sit next to us. The top of the hill was very nice. Once again nothing special, but very nice. I think it was just fun to hang with everyone.



After an hour at the top it was time to head back to make our plane. We rushed to the hostel, grabbed our bags, and took off for the bus. Once again we had to take a bus to get to the airport. This time, it wasn't so... shall I say smooth? We had to wait in a long line to buy our tickets (good thing we were there early). Then our bus was late. We looked around us while waiting and it seemed that there were WAY more people that would actually fit on the bus. Hmmm.

We waited and finally the bus pulled up. It was literally WAR to get on the bus. A shoving, pushing WAR. One lady took it upon herself to push me through and follow behind me. I felt like I was in a stampede. But luckily I made it on. With NONE of the boys. I waited and finally Jussi somehow managed to make it on and grab a seat next to me. James made it on when there were hardly no seats but managed to snag one. Still no Olivier. He finally made it on, but there was no where to sit so he sat with me and Jussi. Like squished up the window. He ducked so the bus driver would leave (we were already soo late) and he finally left. That meant 3 people to the seat the one and a half hour bus ride. Most uncomfortable thing of my entire life. Not to mention I'm pretty sure I STUNK from hiking up that hill. Finally made it off the bus and had an easy transition to the gate of the airport.

James and I sat together on the plane with a larger man who had a lip piercing next to us. Before the plane took off we could see lightning... I knew it was going to be a bit rough on the way up, but I'm not too nervous flying. Kinda just consider it a roller coaster. Anyways, we take off and feel some turbulence. The guy next to James is clenching the front of the seat, looking very nervous. James points it out to me and we start laughing a bit. Who would think such a big guy is so nervous flying? The turbulence continues for a little while longer, at one point even with a short drop. The guy next to James starts shaking... physically shaking. Then his hands go into a weird position. Someone asks him if he is ok, and he says he can't move. They call the flight attendant who rings the head flight attendant who grabs the oxygen and a mask and puts it on him. He is breathing very quickly. They then call over the intercom for a doctor or paramedic to help out. A man comes over from the back of the plane and let's him know he just needs to relax. After a good 10 minutes the man starts to look a little bit better. Somewhere in between this the flight attendant was talking about landing... LANDING. I felt bad for the man, but I just wanted to get home. He ended up being ok, and was up and walking. It happened once more where he had to get the oxygen. I was nervous for the guy, and didn't sleep the whole way home. Aw well, I'm glad he made it through the plane ride without having to land.

What an eventful weekend... we stepped off the plane and automatically noticed the weather difference. Grrr... reminded me how much I missed wearing shorts everyday and actually sweating.

Back to work on Tuesday, ready for another week. (Oh I had Monday off because it was a bank holiday in Ireland.... basically NO WORK yay!!)