Sprite Be Back, Alright

After the flight attendant took my trash, including my Sierra Mist, I got over my Sprite fetish and ended up treating myself to a water with lemon once I escorted myself off of the plane. During the hour-long layover in Miami, my friend Michael Aaron and I went to TGIF, even though it was Monday. We each ordered chicken tenders with french fries for our last American meal for this summer. It was quite delicious if I do say so myself.

When boarding the plane to Barcelona, Michael and I were able to sweet talk Michael's seat buddy to exchange seats with me so we could sit together.To my surprise, it worked. Thanks again, lovely lady. Once we got cozy in our spots, I noticed Kimberly S. and Christy Green coming our way. I saw them each at security at DFW and we chit chatted until our flight to Miami, but once we landed in Miami, Michael and I were hungry hippos, so we went our separate ways. As I was saying, they were coming towards us and said their seats are right in front of us. What are the odds?

After roughly 45 minutes while in the air, the beverage cart began its route. I was prepared to order tomato juice, when all of a sudden... Oh my goodness gracious, is that Sprite on the cart? In fact it was. Not only was there Sprite, but there was Sprite Zero, too. I graciously asked for the Sprite. Day made. I have noticed international flights are the way to go. There is more leg room, complementary blankets and pillows,  dinner and snacks provided, and more soda options, such as the satisfying Sprite. Life is good and now I'm going to nap for 5 hours until my flight arrives to Barcelona at 9:30am.

Buenos noches,

RachRobes 

Sparkle, Sparkle Sprite

My favorite part about plane rides is the complementary soda. Man, I have been craving a Sprite since I woke up this morning at 8am. Okay, fine. Since 8:15am since I pressed the snooze button a couple of times. Anyways, I really wanted a Sprite. When the flight attendant asked me what I would like to drink, I politely answered, "I would like a Sprite please." She nodes then looks for the beverage on her cart. To my surprise, she handed over a Sierra Mist. I stare blankly as I reached over the sleeping man beside me to retrieve the drink. I place the foreign beverage down on my tray table. I pop it open and fill the substance in my cup of ice. I take a sip and yuckity yuck yuck... that ain't no Sprite-flavored drink. The lady didn't even ask me if I wanted a Sierra Mist as a substitute. I would have said no and got some tomato juice or something. I hate tomatoes, but I love me some tomato juice.

But really? A Sierra Mist? Why does American Airlines  have Sierra Mist over Sprite? I wanted a sensational Sprite. I understand American Airlines has had some financial issues, but for heavens sake, keep the Sprite. Whatevs. I just wanted a Sprite. I guess I'll treat my self to a real Sprite once I land in Miami.    

De tristeza,

RachRobes

Sit back, Relax and Enjoy the Flight

Squeezed between two grown men, I am sitting in the middle seat. To top it off, the lady in front of me has had her seat reclined since before the plane took off. What a rebel move. Oh man, now the man behind me is playing footsies with me since he has stretched out his legs like a giraffe on his tippy toes. Regardless, these subtle setbacks are not going to damper my day since I am on my way to Barcelona, Spain to study abroad through IES Abroad and UT Study Abroad for two months.

Wow, I cannot believe the time has finally come. After an entire year of planning and coordinating my trip, I will be in Barcelona in 13 hours. As I earn seven college credit hours, I will be studying Spanish and International Marketing at the IES school in the center of Barcelona. While attending school, I will be living through independent hosing with my host family: the Garcia Rodriguez family. During the summer entering my junior year of high school, I studied abroad to Barcelona, Spain through the Rotary Club. While learning a different language and culture, I lived in Barcelona for three weeks with the Garcia Rodriguez family. After the three weeks, Maria Garcia Rodriguez, who is my age, came back to Texas with me for three weeks to also learn a different language and culture in America. It was a wonderful experience, and I now have a second family in Barcelona. I have not been back to Barcelona in four years, so I am looking forward to rekindling my relationship with the Garcia Rodriguez family.

Friends and family have asked me if I am scared to be traveling over seas all summer. Every time someone asks, I shack my head and grin. Although I am traveling to another continent, country, city, I am not the slightest bit nervous. I am going to be living with my second family, and I know I will be welcomed with arms wide open.

Hasta luego,

RachRobes