It was strange this morning getting on a plane knowing I wasn't going to Honduras. It was equally strange landing in Madrid and not having to pray the pilot would step on the brakes so we wouldn't run out of runway like they do in Tegucigalpa.
Strange that two very small children wanted to play peek-a-boo with me on the 8 hour flight instead of watch a movie or sleep.
Strange seeing another stamp in my passport, not having to fill out a customs form, and not having to go through a security check when landing in Madrid.
Strange that I'm exhausted but can't sleep so that I avoid jet lag.
Awesome that I'm here and not even homesick yet. Our house mom, Paloma, is so sweet. There are 3 of us, her, her son, his girlfriend, and two students with a different program. We're in a flat that Paloma is really proud of. It's two flats put together and she says that everyone is wowed when they walk in. It's beautifully decorated and quite spacious for a flat. She has valet parking and the smallest elevator I've ever been in. We're a minute or two walk away from the Metro station, but the university is only about a 10 minute walk...through the Parque del Retiro, the gorgeous park in the heart of Spain. SO PUMPED.
It's 1pm here (6am at home?) so Paloma is about to feed us and then set us free to "organize" and nap. I want to explore, but I'm so tired. Maybe my blogging will be more clever when I'm fully aware of what's going on around me.
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