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Friday, May 9, 2008

So I spent the night in the Girona Airport in Spain. The time actually went by pretty quickly as I read and listened to my ipod. I slept for a couple of hours on the floor with my bags tied to me, which was interesting. Anyways so I go to check in for my flight at 6 a.m., going on about 2 hours of sleep, and already frustrated with this airport (recall my Barcelona trip where I was sent back through security last minute). All I brought on this trip was my guitar and a small backpack- and i mean SMALL. I had no problems with the guitar on the flight over to Spain, nor any flight I have brought it on.

I get to the front of the line, and the woman tells me I am going to pay to check the guitar. For those of you unaware, Ryanair is a LOW COST airline. That is, your ticket includes nothing but a seat, and a cramped one at that. It doesn't include any checked luggage, drinks/snacks, etc. I am surprised you don't have to pay for the toilets on the plane. The first time I flew it, everyone started clapping upon the landing, which wasn't even a good one. At the time, I thought "thank God someone paid for the landing!".

I wasn't that upset at having to pay for the guitar, just surprised. That is, until she told me it would cost 40 euros. That's 63 dollars. That's more than the flight cost. Literally. I could feel my detestation for this place swelling back up into my stomach. She then told me I had to go pay for it in a different line, then come back with the receipt to get my boarding pass.

As I walked up to the other desk, I noticed there were 3 spanish women getting into it a bit with the attendant at computer next to my guy. No sooner do I hand him my credit card do they begin to YELL- and I mean yell like you would upon discovering infidelity or the upmost of crime- at the attendant in fast, angry Spanish.

So it's 6 in the morning. I am tired. I am pissed off slightly. And now my ears are beginning to bleed. This lasted the whole time he was running the card, etc. It was by the grace of God, and my gut feeling that they indeed had a good reason to be at this airport, that I did not simply knock them out. Either way, I made it back to the front of the line to get my boarding pass, where I mustered all the happiness and kindness I could find, and told the girl to have a great day. She smiled, looking surprised.

Now, all I have to say about the God-forsaken place they call Girona Airport is this:

If you are flying INTO it, that's fine, as you will (hopefully) not have to talk to anyone, just grab your bags and go. In fact, they have a very convenient bus network to most of Costa Brava and Barcelona.

However, when it comes time to leave, do yourself a favor: Fly out of BCN (Barcelona International). Even if you are where I was, or somewhere else in Costa Brava, you'll be able to hop on a bus to Barcelona and stay there your last night.

This airport has a life force, and it hates me. When my parents come, we fly in to there, but out of BCN. HOPEFULLY, our bags com out quickly, and I never have to speak to another employee there!

To make financial matters worse, I got home to find out that my job no longer existed. As I had mentioned, we were working on one particular survey, and it turns out the camping kid from Hawaii got it all done this semester. So, today ended up costing about 660 bucks that I hadn't foreseen. AWESOME
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