Flying

One career path I can say I am glad I did not pursue now is that of an airline pilot. The more I fly the less I like it. Neither flight coming back to Spain was enjoyable. The first one was probably the worst overall. But the second one, being crowded and long made it pretty poor as well. Not to mention I was leaving my family again; that was even harder the second time. This time I know I won't be returning home before May at the earliest.

I knew before going home for Christmas I was homesick and I missed my family. After enjoying the two weeks at home with them, coming back was really hard and I miss them even more.

As far as the flying and traveling itself goes though there was a lot of turbulence on the first flight during take off and landing. Then when we landed at LGA it seemed really fast, especially when we were at the end of the runway looking at water and still moving. Take off from JFK was a little rough but landing in Madrid was fine. We arrived two hours early and I made it back to Huelva by 4 p.m.

Flying By

New year resolution for 2012: Write no more than one blog per week. With that out of the way hopefully I will be better about blogging now that Christmas break is over. For those who don’t know I said I would make my resolutions this year the opposite of what I really meant since I never seem to follow through with them. 

Christmas break flew by. I made it back to Arkansas around 11 p.m. Christmas eve after almost 40 hours without sleep. And I pretty much stayed busy since. At least two days I spent geocaching. I managed to beat my daily record and found 10 one day. With the help of family I also hid my second geocache.

I was able to meet up with one of my friends during the break and of course see my family. I am sitting in the Memphis airport waiting for my flight to New York La Guardia now. I arrive around 12 p.m. to New York and have an eight hour layover during which I intend to visit the ground zero memorial before going to the airport to sit for three to four hours.  Then it will be off to Madrid and the journey back to Huelva. I just hope two weeks of no Spanish doesn’t hurt too bad. (They didn’t want to speak Spanish with a gringo in the restaurante mexicano…)