*** continued from yesterday ***
We're the first people on the bus. As we sit on this bus we start to laugh uncontrollably. We were next to the place where our Paris bus most likely was waiting for us. And not one single person could have even thought to mention, oh there's an annex to this place.
Christina and I decide to take turns falling asleep. We no longer trust these buses as we did when we were in Granada and we did not want to miss our stop. We start asking people around and there's only one stop. Christina falls asleep in about 5 minutes. I refuse.
I am now the only person awake on this bus, and I get a phone call. Its my mom. I talk normally, these people are either drunk or something else. They can deal with a little English conversation.
3am - We pull into our connecting bus stop. We find out next bus. We changed all of our luggage to another bus. We figure the bus company doesn't run that far south. We're back on an ALSA bus. These buses we trust, more than the other ones. We talk to the drive and he tells us that our ticket actually gets us off at the airport. We tell him we have a flight at 7:45am. He tells us that we'll get to the airport at 6:15. We're three hours from Madrid.
3:15 - The bus hasn't left yet. We're still waiting on another bus from Pamplona.
3:30 - We leave. I don't sleep much on this leg either. There are actual stops now and we have to get off at the airport.
6:00 - The bus lights come on. We're nearing Madrid. I wake up.
6:15 - We are at the airport waiting for the shuttle to take us to the terminal that has the cheap flight.
6:35 - We get to the terminal and find EasyJet. We buy the ticket and the lady tells us not to worry we have plenty of time. She tells us to go directly to the check in counter so we can check our luggage.
6:50 - We're standing in the line we were told, but the lady won't take us. We go to the normal lady. Christina's bag is overweight. She tries to lighten it while I get my boarding pass.
7:00 - A guy starts asking who's going to Paris. We yell we are, and the lady who wouldn't take us before yells at us for standing around for half an hour. Uhm, she said we couldn't go to her...
7:10 - Christina's bag fee gets waived and we run to security. The line is short. We'll be ok.
7:15 - There's a girl in front of me with liquids. She didn't understand the 3oz rule (in this case the 100mL rule). The security girl has to go through her luggage and take out everything. By hand. This girl doesn't understand. I can see my back pack. Its just behind the glass. I could reach out and grab it. But this being an airport, I worried that they would tackle me for reaching behind it. So I waited.
and I waited. I tried not to let my anxiety show, not to piss of the security agent who was going to let me pass with my liquids.
7:20 - She looks at my bag. Makes a face, and then hands it to me. I was prepared to tell her to throw it all out. I needed to make a plane. There were no problems. Now Christina had to get though and then we had to find out what gate we were supposed to be at.
7:22 - I was so frazzled trying to get everything back into my backpack quickly, I didn't take the time to make sure that my computer was all the way into my backpack before I started to zip it up. I zipped it. It started to split.
7:25 - My backpack is now broken with a laptop and crazy important travel documents hanging out. It now becomes a frontpack.
7:30 - I find the gate number. I find Christina. We start off towards the gate.
7:35 - We find the gate, and there's a line. They're still boarding. We even had time to go to the vending machine while we were waiting to board and buy a bottle of water.
7:45 - We're on the plane in our seats.
I don't remember take off. For that matter, I don't even remember taxiing out of the terminal. The second I sat down, I fastened my seat belt and went to sleep. When I woke up, we were in Paris. We even beat the bus we were supposed to take there.
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