I arrived at the beautiful Newark Liberty International Airport to being my trek to Copenhagen. I booked my tickets back in May and the plan was a 10:10 pm flight to London's Heathrow International a four hour layover and then a flight to Copenhagen. Of course, nothing ever turns out as planned. I go to check my bags and I show the lady my ticket confirmation (with seat assignments) and she informs me that Continental has no record of my ticket going there but has record that I'm supposed to fly back to NJ on Dec. 18. Wonderful. So my Dad flips out and calls Continental. Turns out they fucked up. 20 minutes later I'm assigned a seat on a plane flying to Madrid, Spain and a one hour layover there. Sounds good to me.
The flight over was pretty normal, had the annoying kid behind me kicking me the entire time, and a lady next to me that is the definition of "Chatty Kathy". As we're getting ready to descend, the male flight attendent calls me a Gringo. Real sick dude, nice job you have there.
We land and I have to make it across the enormous Spanish airport to a different terminal. I had to literally sprint about a mile to catch some bus to the other side of the airport (20 minute drive) and find the correct gate for my flight. All this without a soul in the place who spoke English. Luckily for me, the three bullshit courses I took in Spanish at Loyola got me through enough to just make it to the gate in time for the flight.
This second airplane was the smallest piece of shit in the entire continent of Europe. It also had a very unique odor, I would describe it as an Indian anal gangbang. So that was definitely a plus.
I got picked up by one of my Dad's colleagues who lives out here and he drove me to the Kollegium in Bro-ville. I am just settling in now.
Our program provides the sheets for the beds and a pillow case.
Mine are super gay. I'll upload a pic tomorrow.
I'm out.
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