After 7 hours in layovers, crossing 6 time zones on one flight, trying to find 5 others in an airport without means of communication, 4 hour bus ride, 3 flights, 2 last minute gate changes, and 1 Alexis lugging around a heavy carry-on, I finally made it to Madrid. My travels started with me waking up at the horrible hour of 3 in the morning to go to the airport and catch my 6-o-clock flight. After many tears, goodbyes and I love you’s, and TSA pat downs, I finally arrived in Charlotte from Pensacola. Luckily I had about two hours to roam around; otherwise I would have missed where it said my flight gate had changed. After finding the right gate and waiting, I hopped onto my next flight to Philadelphia. I was just getting the ... read more