La Ciutat i El Camp

Monday, September 11, 2006

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Dad and Laura dropped me off at Pearson Airport in Toronto.
I had bacon and eggs for breakfast.

Toronto to New York JFK was a small aircraft. The pilot announced his name and also the copilot's with their appropriate titles and then "Tony," the lone attendant. As I had hoped, flight path took us directly over Manhattan. The crowded island had a familar oasis of trees and ball diamonds in the middle, Central Park. JFK airport is now constructing its 10th terminal. It is a daunting place, the airport, however navigable by a very reliable skytrain. I passed the last hour of my 5 in New York at the bar beside my gate.

The next and main leg of my trip was New York to Madrid. I think we took off around 930pm and landed around 1030am. Our aircraft was the biggest I have been in. There was complementary wine, which I neglected. There was also a camera mounted somewhere on the craft's, um, tail fin. Where ever it was it was fed to the screens in the cabin and we could watch top of the plane and everything below. Nothing really cool happened though. We orbited Madrid before landing. I was thinking, "its very brown." We arrived late but luckily my connection to Valencia was late as well. The Madrid airport is very late-modern, check it out:



An hour later in Valencia I was amazed to see my luggage on the little merry-go-round. I had given to some guy in Toronto, who knew? At Valencia airport they bring stairs up to the doors of the plane rather then those tunnels connected to the terminal. It was the same in Montevideo. Its like you're The Beatles or the president, I like it. So I soon learned where the trains to Alicante depart: very far from the airport. I took the local bus to the nearest stop. It was 35 degrees and I had to drag my bags another two blocks to the train station. I should have taken a taxi. I got my ticket to Alicante and left an hour later. Sweaty and exhausted I drifted in and out of sleep for two hours throught the rocky Spanish terrain. I could smell the sea when I got off at Alicante.



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