Or should I say mañana?
I'm feeling like I don't know a whole lot of Spanish. Do you think it's too late for cramming?
Yeah, I thought so.
So tomorrow is the big day! Josh, Alex, Derek, and I, along with every piece of luggage we own, 2 booster seats, several carry-ons, and a partridge in a pear tree, will be enjoying three flights on our way to Madrid.
First we will tour scenic Kalamazoo from our itty-bitty propeller plane for the short jaunt to Detroit.
The Detroit airport is not on my favorite list after our last experience there, but here's hoping things go a little better and we actually make it on to our second flight, Detroit to JFK.
Then we'll have a couple hours until we leave New York, right into Madrid.
Yet to be determined is how we are getting our 10 checked bags and all that other stuff from the airport to the hotel, but I'm sure we'll figure it out. I'm also sure that I'm going to be looking like hot stuff after being on a plane all night.
Josh said that I can take a sleeping pill and he'll take care of the kids. Isn't he sweet?
He even offered to wipe the drool off my chin from time to time.
Other true facts: I get nervous when I fly. I'm not sure why; I'm not afraid of crashing. I'm mostly afraid that I'll have to use the bathroom when the seatbelt light is illuminated.
And when I get nervous, I have to use the bathroom. It's a vicious cycle.
So wish us luck, and I'll see you on the other side!