Crossing the Pond

Well, we made it. Am reporting in from Rota, Spain. Well, a terminal in Rota as we wait and see if we go to Germany tonight or hang out her for a few days.

Left home Tuesday and made our way to Charelston only to be told the flight we were going to take was no longer available. No big deal,however, becasue we got to spend a nice evening exploring downtown Charleston and ate dinner at a local seafood joint. However, finding a hotel in Charleston Wed. Night was an absolute nightmare. Quick 100 pop-culture cool points for you if you can guess what was happening in Charleston this week. That's right--next season's American Idol Auditions. We ending up paying $77.00 for a cheap travel class motel and felt lucky to have it.

Thursday we spent the day at Charles Towne landing historic site-- the original settlement site where the colonists spent the firs tdecade getting established before they jumped accross the bay and settled what we today think of as Charleston. We made it back to the terminal to pick up our flight scheduled to depart at 11:00 EST. By 11:00 we were checked in, by midnight we were on the plane, by 1:30 we were off the plane because of a mechanical failure--sitting on a bus on the tarmac in hopes the right spare part was in the warehouse. By 3:00 we were back on the plane and airborne by 4:00, asleep by 4:01. Didn't sleep bad at all, in fact slept most of the flight, but mainly because D, recognizing my inner princess did the only chivalrous thing and slept on the floor so I could stretch out over all three seats. Have been in Spain for only a few hours. Grabbed a bite to eat, getting our bearings and making plans. More Later!