WARNING: The following post was written after being awake for the last 25 hours with only three hours of sleep.
(Lisbon, Portugal--14 hours of delirium)
I have a love/hate relationship with international flights. I actually love a lot of it. Like when your airplane is right above the clouds particularly during sunset/sunrise. Or the free alcohol. The TVs built into your seat don't hurt either. I've also been rather lucky when it has come to seating; I always manage to get a window seat and an empty seat next to me.
What I hate... The smelly people. And the fact that eight hours of flying while seated in a confined place is rough on the body. (Sore back anyone?) Also, after this last flight, I think I've accepted the fact that I will never be able to sleep on overnight flights no matter how hard I try. THEY JUST KEEP FEEDING YOU!! How do they expect me to sleep when every hour I get served a snack, then dinner, then another snack, then breakfast. I also think airplanes should have a built in tissue box with every seat. The movies always manage to make me tear up.
With all of that said, I was pleasantly surprised with TAP Portugal (my airline). I had extremely low expectations since the online reviews were not very good. I really expected a rinky dink plane with dirty seats and no TVs. (Sorry, I'm really spoiled by the whole TV thing when it comes to international flights.) The seats were spacious by airplane standards and the food wasn't a ham and cheese sandwich as expected. I happily feasted on salmon, spinach, roasted potatoes, crackers and cheese, salad, bread, and a brownie. That was just dinner folks! The free glass of red wine made the meal even better. TAP also surprised me with the big fleece blanket I got to use. It really is the little things. Especially because airplanes are ALWAYS cold and the blankets are typically only big enough to cover one leg. Did I mention that this one was made of fleece? Still kicking myself for not smuggling this blanket into my carry on. This was the first flight where I had someone sitting next to me. It was not as bad as I thought either! I was still lucky to be sitting next to a man around my age from Germany who enjoys spending his summers in America (New Jersey specifically.) He made the long flight go rather quickly, and he tolerated my constant need to fidget throughout the duration of it. Along with my new German friend, in front of me sat my temporary adoptive grandpa. He made sure to check on me all night long, got me drinks from the back of the plane, gave me lectures, told me stories, and more-- everything a Grandpa would do. Lastly, I had my first experience flying above a thunderstorm. It was a tad bumpy, but because we were above it, you couldn't hear or feel much. But looking down and seeing the clouds light up was super cool and gorgeous!
Thanks TAP for the wonderful flight!
(Seville, Spain-- 25 hours of delirium)
My expectations (or rather nightmares) about TAP finally came true! After saying goodbye to my German friend, I headed to my gate to board on the plane. And by plane, I really mean airplane shuttle. The airplane shuttle brought us to the middle of the nowhere. Here sat an itty, bitty, rinky dink plane. AHHH. These planes kind of scare me since it seems that at any moment they can just fall out of the sky. Anyway, I sat down in my seat (about the size of one of the chairs from an elementary school classroom), and found a box (comparable to the kind you get at KFC) with ear plugs, a water, and a HAM AND CHEESE SANDWICH. The seats were dirty and ripped. They made all of us wear the ear plugs since the plane was so loud. And when I say all of us, I mean the nine people and myself. ANDDDD we could see into the cockpit. No doors. Nothing.
So I put in my ear plugs, said a prayer, and before I knew it we were in the air. And I am happy to report that I am alive. I still can't believe how accurate the reviews were though; right down to the ham and cheese sandwich. Soooo the verdict: international TAP flights are awesome. Short TAP flights suck.
On another note, I am officially in Seville in a nice apartment with two girls also on this crazy adventure. IT IS BEAUTIFUL! After being lost in the middle of the city with 9 pieces of luggage amongst ourselves, Ignacio, the owner of the apartment, came to our rescue. The apartment is wonderful and the epitome of Spain. We're headed off for some Tapas in a little bit.
**Things to remember—people
don’t say bless you in Europe.
Just in case anyone
was wondering.. My allergies still exist in Spain.


