LiveForTheLaunch
CF Legend
So it all started back a few months ago when I was trip planning for an all inclusive, relaxing vacation to the Dominican with my boyfriend. Unfortunately, as you all probably know, I was dumped. So I had like, a week to plan a backup vacation because I wasn't wasting it alone in a tropical placed bored out of my skull. I decided, YOLO, I'm gonna go to Spain and visit my friends in London. The annoying part was, I ended up losing my job over it due to retarded management, but that's a whole different story. It meant the trip would be a bit crammed, which annoyed me because I could have gone for much longer had I known beforehand that I would have to quit my job.
The first day was going to be a whole day of annoying commute. Since I booked the trip so last minute, flights out of Detroit were too expensive which meant making the commute to Toronto. I woke up just after seven to get ready and wait for my shuttle to Toronto at the local Holiday Inn. Because I'm a procrastinator, I had two hours to get ready, pack, and make a trip to Wal-Mart to buy an adaptor.
Somehow I ended up doing all this with like, forty minutes to spare before my shuttle. The shuttle was pretty uneventful other than some man talking my ear off the entire time. It took just over four hours to get to the airport. It took about forty minutes to get through check in and then another half an hour to get through security, but I still had about three hours to kill before my flight boarded. That meant I had to drink and eat, obviously. I had some overpriced macaroni, but it was so good.
Toronto doesn't have the greatest airport in the world, but once my phone died I took advantage of their Ipad cafes, which basically means there's an Ipad free to use at any of the food locations in the airport for however long you want, for free. I had about four double whiskey and cokes, a manhattan, and a pint. Unfortunately this ran me nearly a hundred dollars, and by the time we were boarding, I was feeling a bit queasy.
Me not loving my manhattan:
My aircraft <3
I didn't have a window seat which was rather annoying, but the aircrafts are pretty nice and modern.
I had an in-flight drink.
Once I got to Gatwick about seven hours later, the burdenous bit of the journey began. I snapped this shot first because I liked the way all the different liveries looked.
Customs was very busy. The line for non-EU members was a lot shorter, but they only had a few people running it so each line moved just as slowly as the other.
I was feeling really ill, so much so that I almost got out of line for customs so I could go get a drink of water, but I sucked it up and waited and then drank two massive bottles of water once I got through. I went to the washrooms and brushed my teeth and primped myself up, then headed to the Easyjet terminal where I had like, a six hour wait. Had to get British chocolate while I waited <3
The Easyjet line took AGES to get through, and then I finally made it to the desk and she told me I was too early and would have to come back later. I was maddddddd. So I went and slept on the chairs for a while until it was time to check in.
Our flight was about half an hour late leaving, which wasn't surprising. Look at the ratchet state of the chairs!
Not only did I not have a window seat, I was in the very back which meant no window at all </3 It was also a really turbulent flight.
Finally, at 7PM local time, I arrived in Spain. I then realized I had no idea how to get to my apartment, so I got off at Plaza Catalunya in the centre of Barcelona and kind of winged it. After taking some selfies and looking at some underground maps, I kind of had a general idea of where I was going.
I finally made it to the apartment, when I realized I didn't know which apartment number it was. So, I slyly had to try the key in every door on the forth floor.
I had a pretty nice view from the balcony!
Sadly, it was getting pretty late, but I didn't want to waste the night completely so I thought I'd take a walk to the beach. It was literally a straight shot from the apartment to the beach, but it ended up being longer of a walk than I expected and I thought I'd better not go all the way to the beach because it was getting really dark and sketchy.
I stopped for a snack of breaded calamari and a lemon beer, which was AMAZING.
After my meal I headed back to my apartment, and this is where the fun began. I SOMEHOW made a wrong turn somewhere, which is next to impossible considering it's a straight road. I ended up in SKETCHVILLE where there were clearly dead prostitutes next to garbage dumpsters...
I got really nervous because about an hour had gone by and I was still wandering around. I checked the map and I had gone so far that I was almost off the map. The worst thing was, there was nobody around. I finally stumbled upon some sort of plaza with a monument and spotted some people who pointed me where I was suppose to go.
Even after being given directions, I still had NO clue where I was going, so after about three hours my journey ended when I finally swallowed my pride and got a cab. Couldn't believe the amount of bats that were flying around either! Ten euros later and I was at the apartment <3
Thus concludes day 1!
The first day was going to be a whole day of annoying commute. Since I booked the trip so last minute, flights out of Detroit were too expensive which meant making the commute to Toronto. I woke up just after seven to get ready and wait for my shuttle to Toronto at the local Holiday Inn. Because I'm a procrastinator, I had two hours to get ready, pack, and make a trip to Wal-Mart to buy an adaptor.
Somehow I ended up doing all this with like, forty minutes to spare before my shuttle. The shuttle was pretty uneventful other than some man talking my ear off the entire time. It took just over four hours to get to the airport. It took about forty minutes to get through check in and then another half an hour to get through security, but I still had about three hours to kill before my flight boarded. That meant I had to drink and eat, obviously. I had some overpriced macaroni, but it was so good.
Toronto doesn't have the greatest airport in the world, but once my phone died I took advantage of their Ipad cafes, which basically means there's an Ipad free to use at any of the food locations in the airport for however long you want, for free. I had about four double whiskey and cokes, a manhattan, and a pint. Unfortunately this ran me nearly a hundred dollars, and by the time we were boarding, I was feeling a bit queasy.
Me not loving my manhattan:
My aircraft <3
I didn't have a window seat which was rather annoying, but the aircrafts are pretty nice and modern.
I had an in-flight drink.
Once I got to Gatwick about seven hours later, the burdenous bit of the journey began. I snapped this shot first because I liked the way all the different liveries looked.
Customs was very busy. The line for non-EU members was a lot shorter, but they only had a few people running it so each line moved just as slowly as the other.
I was feeling really ill, so much so that I almost got out of line for customs so I could go get a drink of water, but I sucked it up and waited and then drank two massive bottles of water once I got through. I went to the washrooms and brushed my teeth and primped myself up, then headed to the Easyjet terminal where I had like, a six hour wait. Had to get British chocolate while I waited <3
The Easyjet line took AGES to get through, and then I finally made it to the desk and she told me I was too early and would have to come back later. I was maddddddd. So I went and slept on the chairs for a while until it was time to check in.
Our flight was about half an hour late leaving, which wasn't surprising. Look at the ratchet state of the chairs!
Not only did I not have a window seat, I was in the very back which meant no window at all </3 It was also a really turbulent flight.
Finally, at 7PM local time, I arrived in Spain. I then realized I had no idea how to get to my apartment, so I got off at Plaza Catalunya in the centre of Barcelona and kind of winged it. After taking some selfies and looking at some underground maps, I kind of had a general idea of where I was going.
I finally made it to the apartment, when I realized I didn't know which apartment number it was. So, I slyly had to try the key in every door on the forth floor.
I had a pretty nice view from the balcony!
Sadly, it was getting pretty late, but I didn't want to waste the night completely so I thought I'd take a walk to the beach. It was literally a straight shot from the apartment to the beach, but it ended up being longer of a walk than I expected and I thought I'd better not go all the way to the beach because it was getting really dark and sketchy.
I stopped for a snack of breaded calamari and a lemon beer, which was AMAZING.
After my meal I headed back to my apartment, and this is where the fun began. I SOMEHOW made a wrong turn somewhere, which is next to impossible considering it's a straight road. I ended up in SKETCHVILLE where there were clearly dead prostitutes next to garbage dumpsters...
I got really nervous because about an hour had gone by and I was still wandering around. I checked the map and I had gone so far that I was almost off the map. The worst thing was, there was nobody around. I finally stumbled upon some sort of plaza with a monument and spotted some people who pointed me where I was suppose to go.
Even after being given directions, I still had NO clue where I was going, so after about three hours my journey ended when I finally swallowed my pride and got a cab. Couldn't believe the amount of bats that were flying around either! Ten euros later and I was at the apartment <3
Thus concludes day 1!