Getting There.

Well, this was probably the worst part of the whole endeavor. But, now that I am safe one of the prettiest cities I have ever been to, and with my luggage, the flights getting to Bilbao weren't the worst thing that could have happened. I'll give the highlights:

• Unluckily sat next to a baby that cried the entire flight to Madrid.
• Walked out of the secure area in the Madrid airport without thinking, had to re-enter security leading my friend who was loopy on muscle relaxants :)
• Layover of a few hours in Madrid airport.
• Flight to Bilbao delayed and subsequently cancelled due to snow, along with what seemed like all the other flights in the airport.
• Waited in what we knew to be an 8-hour-line to talk to Iberia.
• Found out there is a last call for a flight to Bilbao, RAN across the whole airport to make it.
• Sat next to a grumpy old man on the plane, who slowly moved closer to me throughout the flight. Thinking he just wanted more space, I didn't think anything of this- until I woke up to him rubbing my leg and saying how pretty I am with my "mouth open when I sleep". Lord.
• Found out luggage had been lost, and we were too late for the free car rides to the dorms. 
• BIENVENIDOS A BILBAO!

Despite all of this, I am so happy to be here. Estoy encantada estar en este país!

View of the city from "La ría"