I'll be home for Christmas...just 3 days late. I think I might win an award in the "nightmare travels" category, because my trip from Sevilla to Phoenix was horrendous. It would take writing a novel to describe my adventures, but I'll do my best to summarize: Due to bad weather, my flight from Madrid to Paris was cancelled, which resulted in missing my flight to Atlanta. So after standing in line for 6 hours (please just try to imagine standing in an airport line for 6 hours - no sitting, no eating, and just stressing about your next flight), I finally got my turn to reschedule my flight. Because it was the holidays and the weather was bad everywhere, there were no flights to the USA or Canada until Christmas Day. Unacceptable. So, I stayed the night in Madrid and then flew to Havana, Cuba the next day. I'm not going to lie - I was pretty scared to go to Cuba and have to spend a night in the airport there. So after a 10 and 1/2 hour flight, we landed in Havana. I spent a sleepless night in the smokey, dark, cold airport in Havana, and then flew to Mexico City the following morning. Of course that flight was delayed as well, so I ended up sprinting, yep literally sprinting, through the airport in Mexico City to catch my next flight. I barely made it, and we flew to Hermosillo, Mexico. Then we FINALLY flew to Phoenix, and I can say I've never been more glad to be on American soil. After 72 hours, precious little sleep, wearing the same clothes, and only eating airplane food, I finally made it home for the holidays. :)
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