My last two weekends in Spain flew by. After I returned from Madrid, I did my usual ice cream, beach, shop, and repeat routine. The last weekend I was in Spain, we traveled to Rome, Italy. All six of us had a blast. We didn’t have much time there but what we did have, we enjoyed.
If you hadn’t seen any of my posts about my infection here is the short story. I was battling what I thought was swollen lymph nodes but ended up being a seriously infected ingrown hair. It had grown to the size of a golf ball and started to bleed on the way back from Italy. I didn’t want to go to the hospital but the pharmacy insisted. After two hours at the doctor on that Sunday, I was on the road to recovery. I wouldn’t say it was the ideal last week of my trip. I was in pain, I had a huge bandage under my arm, and I was on three medications. I wasn’t too happy when they told me I had to come back every day either.
After spending my last week at the doctor and studying for finals, it was time to return home. Every moment spent in Alicante is a moment cherished. I loved it, and I am ready for my next trip. On the other hand, I couldn’t be more blessed to be home. I didn’t think I would make it. My flight early Saturday morning from Alicante to Barcelona was delayed about 30 minutes, and I only had a 2 hour layover in Barcelona. But since this wasn’t a legitimate connecting flight (I bought each flight separate), I was worried I wasn’t going to make it. I was going to have to grab my bags at baggage claim, head to check in again, go through security again, and search for my new gate in about 1.5 hours. I made it to Barcelona at 10:30, and they were boarding at 11:05. Ran to baggage claim and then ran to the delta desk; the lady informed me I missed my flight, and I needed to go to another desk. The lady at the desk said I might have to catch one tomorrow or the next day. I took what I consider the faith of a mustard seed, ran to security, wait in line to leave the E.U. and stamp my passport, and then pray 20 more times hoping I can make it to the gate before they closed the door. I got close to the gate and was stopped by transit to get everything sorted out since I was late. I was never happier that I caught that flight home.
Thank you everyone for your prayers! I am truly blessed.