Adios Estados Unidos, Hola España (:

"Everybody wake up, wake up!!!!Come on, i have to get to the airport on time!!!!"
"Omg, Lord do i have everything?!! I hope my luggage doesn't go over the weight limit!!!" I was a ball of nerves on my way to the airport. Plus, all the crazy traffic made me even more paranoid and anxious!! I had never been so jumpy in my whole life!!! Not to mention my mother was going apeshit!!!! My dad had to yell to shut her up. The entire car ride she was saying how i was going to be late and that it was always required to be at the airport at least 3 hours before your flight! The car ride seemed like it was never going to end!!!! Finally we made it to LAX, and I tell my dad that the terminal is UNITED so I get in and its empty, and I don't recognize anyone!!! Finally I call Dr. Eisner and he tells me that I got the terminal wrong!!!!! Instead of going to US Airways, i go to United instead!!!! I guess I got it confused with my flight 3 years ago when I went to Rome. I was getting a panic attack, Stephanie had to calm me down to tell me I was going to be okay be okay be okay. My dad had dropped us off and had gone to park so i had to call him to come back and take me to US Airways instead. It seemed like an eternity for him to come. At last I saw the red ford taurus and i rushed to get my bags back in the car. So i get to the RIGHT terminal this time and i see my friend stephy waiting for me outside, what a sweetie! I was relieved when I saw Dr. Eisner and i went to get my bags checked and everything. Thank God my luggage was under the weight limit. Everything was going pretty smoothly, the worst had passed, I thought...well i was wrong. Ends up that our flight to Philly got canceled because the bathrooms weren't working. So they somehow find us a flight on a German flight that went straight from LA to Frankfurt and then to Madrid. I was pretty stoked at the change of flight because I could say that I've been to Germany, and Lufthansa is a pretty ballin' airline! My dad fly from Madrid to Frankfurt and Frankfurt to LA when he went to Europe 9 years ago. Well we walked to the terminal and they threw a fit and made all this drama. They wanted to charge me all this money for my carryon when US Air didn't charge anything for it. I didn't want to pay money when i didn't have to, im poor and any unnecessary charge hurts my wallet. So what i ended up doing was hiding my carryon and that was that. We get on the plane and i end up with a middle seat. LAME!!! I hate the fact that I can't easily get up to use the bathroom whenever i want! I hate inconveniencing people that I don't know!! Grr!! Anyways, it was a pretty nice plane, except the TV screens were a bit outdated. The food was amazing for plane food. The flight took forever!! I never thought it was going to end. To make matters worse, I couldn't go to sleep!!! Finally and i mean it was like the longest flight ever, the one to Rome wasnt as bad!! Once we got to frankfurt we had to run to the other terminal to catch the final plane to Madrid!! At first i freaked out because my boarding pass said "waiting list" but when i went to check in they gave me a regular seat. I was so happy to get on that plane!!! I sat next to some German hotties, one who was pretty cool and spoke spanish. He said he had studied in Mexico, which was awesome! The flight was soooooo fast, it was amazing. We got to Madrid and it was rainy and really cold! I was pretty bummed that it wasn't sunny and my attitude reflected the weather. When we met up with Tory I had a breakdown because she expected me to get to the school, which is 30 minutes from my homestay, on the metro by myself. I didnt grow up in a place like the TUBE so it was so strange and scary to think of it. I guess i was giving her an attitude but it wasn't my intention. They dropped us off at the school and then me and bryan got a taxi, which dropped us off near our homestays. The taxi driver was really cool and he complimented how well i spoke spanish and how he admired Mexico. He dropped me off in front of my apartment and i had to cross this long street with 2 big, heavy suitcases plus a super heavy armbag. I was praying that the bag didnt fall off of my shoulder as I was crossing. Thankfully it didnt. I got to the outside of the building, rang the bell and waited for a voice to pick up and let me in. This older lady's voice answered and I said "i'm the girl staying with you" or something like that. It took me 20 minutes to get to the right apartment because I didn't know which section it was in. Eventually i found an elevator and hauled my bags in. I rang the doorbell and this fat short older lady greeted me with "Hola, bonita!" I immediately loved the ambiance of the apartment, it is very modern and chic! She showed me my room and asked if i was hungry which i said YES! I immediately felt her warmness and her love (: She gave me cocido madrileño, which is this amazing stew with garbanzos and corn and meat. It warmed the inside of my soul (: I went back to my room to unpack and when I finished, which i was very determined to do, I laid down in bed and dozed off into a heavy sleep.
Ah, thank God, i had arrived safely to the city of dreams, Madrid, the city i had been waiting for my whole life! Cheers to the start of an amazing experience! I drink to that!

Oh Ciudad de los Gitanos!

Romance de la Guardia Civil Española

Los caballos negros son.
Las herraduras son negras.
Sobre las capas relucen
manchas de tinta y de cera.
Tienen, por eso no lloran,
de plomo las calaveras.
Con el alma de charol
vienen por la carretera.
Jorobados y nocturnos,
por donde animan ordenan
silencios de goma oscura
y miedos de fina arena.
Pasan, si quieren pasar,
y ocultan en la cabeza
una vaga astronomía
de pistolas inconcretas.


¡Oh ciudad de los gitanos!
En las esquinas, banderas.
La luna y la calabaza
con las guindas se conserva.
¡Oh ciudad de los gitanos!
Ciudad de dolor y almizcle,
con las torres de canela.

Cuando llegaba la noche,
noche que noche nochera,
los gitanos en sus fraguas
forjaban soles y flechas.
Un caballo malherido
llamaba a todas las puertas.
Gallos de vidrio cantaban
por Jerez de la Frontera.
El viento, vuelve desnudo
la esquina de la sorpresa,
en la noche platinoche,
noche, que noche nochera.


¡Oh ciudad de los gitanos!
En las esquinas, banderas.
Apaga tus verdes luces
que viene la benemérita
¡Oh ciudad de los gitanos!
¿Quién te vio y no te recuerda?
Dejadla lejos del mar,
sin peines para sus crenchas.

Avanzan de dos en fondo
a la ciudad de la fiesta.
Un rumor de siemprevivas
invade las cartucheras.
Avanzan de dos en fondo.
Doble nocturno de tela.
El cielo se les antoja
una vitrina de espuelas.


La ciudad, libre de miedo,
multiplicaba sus puertas.
Cuarenta guardias civiles
entraron a saco por ellas.
Los relojes se pararon,
y el coñac de las botellas
se disfrazó de noviembre
para no infundir sospechas.
Un vuelo de gritos largos
se levantó en las veletas.
Los sables cortan las brisas
que los cascos atropellan.
Por las calles de penumbra
huyen las gitanas viejas
con los caballos dormidos
y las orzas de moneda.
Por las calles empinadas
suben las capas siniestras,
dejando detrás fugaces
remolinos de tijeras.

En el portal de Belén
los gitanos se congregan.
San José, lleno de heridas,
amortaja a una doncella.
Tercos fusiles agudos
por toda la noche suenan.
La Virgen cura a los niños
con salivilla de estrella.
Pero la guardia civil
avanza sembrando hogueras,
donde joven y desnuda
la imaginación se quema.
Rosa la de los Camborios
gime sentada en su puerta
con sus dos pechos cortados
puestos en una bandeja.
Y otras muchachas corrían
perseguidas por sus trenzas;
en un aire donde estallan
rosas de pólvora negra.
Cuando todos los tejados
eran surcos en la tierra,
el alba meció sus hombros
en largo perfil de piedra.

¡Oh ciudad de los gitanos!
La guardia civil se aleja
por un túnel de silencio
mientras las llamas te cercan.

¡Oh ciudad de los gitanos!
¿Quién te vio y no te recuerda?
Que te busquen en mi frente.
Juego de luna y arena.

-Federico Garcia Lorca