Exploring & Escapades

bits & pieces of my travels

Category: Spain


Late September Spanish summer. Hot days, cool nights. Late nights. A different world where dinner doesn’t begin until long after the sun has set. Where everything closes in the late afternoons. Where meals seem to be mostly meat and wine. A culture that is uncompromising, unapologetic

The character, undeniable. 



Alquézar, turquoise, red, brown, green. A medieval village on a hill. Pomegrante trees, wild. Window boxes overflowing. Hiking through the canyons, Pasarelas del Vero. 

The feeling of the sun in late September. 

The air was so fresh; it was palpable. The gazpacho was the most rich that I’ve ever tasted. 


We toured a winery outside of Alquézar while we were there, Enate. The wine was incredible, but moreso, the art. Every wine created is given to a local artist, who paints his/her interpretation of it. That artwork is the label of the wine for life. It’s so creative, so different. To be able to taste wine, and to also taste art. 

Travel Fail and Being Stranded in Spain

Well, we missed our flight home to America. I don’t know how it happened, but it did, and hell ensued. Now I’m stranded in Madrid all alone.

So back to the beginning:

Last night, all of my friends decided to go out, regardless of the morning flights. And me, I decided to be no fun and to stay in and get some sleep. Except the second part of my plan never really worked out, since no one left until 2am and everyone came back before 4 (aka very, very little sleep). I had an alarm set, and there were other ones set for Sean, who woke up just fine in time for his 7am flight to Madrid. But the alarm for me and Kim never went off. When I woke up three hours after I should have and realized it was already 9am, I knew it was too late to make out 9:45 flight to Madrid…

Being in a foreign country and not having phones or speaking Spanish and all that fun stuff made it impossible for us to get in touch with any of the airlines or airport, no matter how much we tried. So we ended up just heading to GRX to get the next flight to Madrid and then to figure it out from there.

$400 later, we had two tickets on the first flight that went out at 1:35pm. 15 minutes AFTER my 2nd flight from Madrid to London took off. Fail. But at that point, I knew that I just needed to get to a larger airport to get things figured out. If everything went as planned, Kim would be fine. We would land in Madrid at 2:30, which gave her an hour before her original Madrid to Boston flight would take off. So we took that flight, landed, and parted ways. Then my life became hell.

So here I am in Madrid, a foreign country, by myself, not understanding/speaking (or wanting to understand/speak) any Spanish. I do the most logical thing and go to the British Airways counter, since I booked my flight with them to begin with. I was hoping I could cancel my London to Boston flight in time to get some money back for it. But no, the people at BA don’t work for BA… they work for Iberia! So logical. In fact, everyone in the entire airport works for Iberia.

BA sends me to Customer Service, Customer Service sends me to Ticket Sales, then back to CS, there are 5 seats left on a flight to NY at 5:00, back to TS, no that flight is full, back to CS, back to TS, but there ARE 5 seats on that flight and I NEED one, well we can only give you one if baggage agrees to check your bag this late, over to Baggage, we can only check your bag with a boarding pass, but a boarding pass is $2000 can you promise me if I get it that you can take my bag, no? what?, back to TS, can I have a pass, no its too late, its impossible, BUT WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO, sorry we can’t help you.


That was about when the mental break down hit. I must have look very attractive sitting in the corner with my luggage sobbing uncontrollably. Fortunately, I was able to call a friend using Skype (thank God for technology!); he calmed me down and put everything in perspective. So with my newfound strength, I made my way back to Ticket Sales for the last time.

“I need a seat on the first flight that you have to Miami. 11am tomorrow? Fine.”

It was so bittersweet- a way home, but a dagger at the same time: what in the world was I going to do alone in Madrid for 18 hours?

I guess I needed a hotel. Oh but wait, my credit card was just frozen for ‘irregular activity.’ Really? I always buy $800 flights in Madrid, that’s not irregular… But I need my credit card! I ran out of Euros. Now what? Call the bank. How? No hablo espagnol? “Telephonico?” “Telephonisita?” “el Telephone?” Ok now how do I work this thing… hello? Well this was a fail.

Again, thank God for technology and for Skype. I used my minutes to call the bank, and some overly happy woman, who sounded like the was from Tennessee, wished me a “great trip!” The irony, it burns. But at least she also unlocked my card. Next step, purchase converted for my now nearly dead computer.

Meanwhile, while all this is going on, I’ve made airport friends! Two other college students from Boston, who are also stranded in Madrid, and just so happen to be the cousins of a kid that I went to high school with! Perfect- I can listen to the English language again! Even better, I can listen to my native English langauge, aka the Boston accent. At this point, we were all in this together. So I probably spent a few extra hours at the airport just getting them settled (they’re stuck until a Monday morning flight to Boston- poor kids). And they helped me out watching my stuff when I had to race all around the airport. It was kind of sad when we finally parted ways.

Anyways, so when I had called my sister in the States hysterically crying earlier, I made her book me a hotel, since my card had been frozen then. When I left the airport, then, I got in a taxi and told it to take me to the Hilton Madrid.

Let me tell you, the Hilton Madrid is THE nicest hotel that I have ever ever ever been to in my history of hotels. It is the hotel of the future! When I walked into my room, peaceful music played from surround sound, and the tv screen read “Welcome Samantha!” The bathroom was more a glass box corner of the room- everything was glass. The walls were stone and mod white wood accented with deep inward shelves. A giant mod red chair accented the corner. The bed was huge, soft. After sleeping in a bed with 4 other people for the past week, this was beyond welcome.

I went in, called some people to tell them I was ok, showered in the shower of angels, stretched, organized my life, set 4 different alarms, and fell into the best sleep ever- at least until the alarms started going off at 5am. A breakfast of angels was delivered on a car built for angels, and I feasted on fresh strawberries, wheat toast with butter and honey, corn flakes with skim milk, and green tea with lemon- my first real, satisfying, my choice meal since I left the US a week before. It’s hard to have a bad day when it starts like that.

So now, I’m just about ready to head back to the airport and give this whole flying home thing a shot again. Really, I can NOT wait to get back. I’m tired and want real food and miss my own bed and being able to take nice long showers. Plus, this is my last week of classes for the entire semester. I kind of need to get home if I don’t want to fail…

I’m just glad that all this worked out. There was nothing worse than the feeling that I felt when it first hit me that I had no way home yesterday. It was such an expensive, stupid mistake… but still a mistake nonetheless. I guess we learn from experience. And I guess that’s life.

But now, its off to the Madrid airport for the last time.


Last Day in Spain

Wow, I can’t believe that this trip is already almost over! This week went by so fast. Everything has been so crazy, and I’ve been so busy trying to take advantage of my time here, so it’s been hard to keep up with posts, but I’ll try my best to get everything in.

Everyone woke up around 10:30 today to go have breakfast with Rudy’s host mom on the other side of Granada, but I decided to stay in, so that I could shower, eat, and organize my life. As unexciting as that sounds, it was definitely a great decision on my part- I needed the time to myself, especially after living in a hotel room with four other people for four days.

Around noon, I walked to the circle to take a taxi to meet up with everyone. It’s funny how I’ve only been here a few days, and I already feel comfortable walking around the whole city. Granada is very small and fairly easy to navigate. It’s also much safer than Paris, so other than the fact that I don’t speak any Spanish at all, I don’t mind being alone.

I met my friends at Aljibe, an Arab bath in the center of Granada. We had appointments at 12:30pm for massages and baths. The whole thing was incredible! The actual architecture and design was sooo culturally accurate; I felt like I was in the ancient Middle East.  Through a giant iron door, there was a giant dark, quiet room that was separated into various chambers with seven different baths at varying temperatures, lots of candles, and even pots of delicious Moroccan mint green tea. It was one of the most relaxing experiences ever! I would love to bring something like it back to the United States someday.

I lost track of time there, but eventually, a woman came and got me and brought me to a side chamber and gave me a massage. I had never had one before, but I think that now I’m addicted.  The whole sum experience was unreal. It was such a nice way to spend our last day in the city.

After that was over, we walked back to the hotel and stopped at the supermarket along the way to buy some food. I bought vegetables and fresh bread and cheese to make a sandwich- so satisfying! I have such a hard time eating here, because none of my friends eat healthy like I do, so we’re always at gross places. The whole week I’ve been craving fresh vegetables and fruit, and I get so happy when I can find them.

Once we got back to the hotel, everyone fell asleep pretty quickly. We were so tired from being out last night and waking up early. Thank God Siesta is part of the culture! We slept until almost 6pm, and then woke up and wasted another few hours just relaxing and hanging out, until we decided to walk into town to find dinner.

It was raining, so we didn’t want to walk too far. There was a small Italian place along the way that Sean wanted to eat at, so we stopped there. I didn’t really eat, but I had some bread and cheese and my very last European glass of wine. It’s been so nice being able to order wine with dinner here; it’s going to be so weird going back to America and not being able to do that for another six months. O well, it was fun while it lasted.

Now we’re back at the hotel again and my friends are getting ready to go out. It’s already midnight here. I know that I’m only in Europe once, but I have a flight at 10am tomorrow morning, and I would rather get some sleep and be organized. I like my healthy, normal lifestyle.

This time tomorrow, I will be home in Boston again- it seems so strange to think that! This trip really has flown by. It had its up and downs, but overall, its been absolutely amazing. It really reminded me how much I love culture, art, history, and languages- topics that I really haven’t been able to cover in college. I’m so glad that I did this with my best friends! And I am so lucky!

I can’t wait to see where we go next! For now though, its time to get everything ready for a crazy day of traveling tomorrow.


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