El vuelo

The airport, a symbol in itself. A series of planes arrive and depart everyday bringing people to their desired destination. Bringing together friends, seperating lovers, Reuniting child and mother. The airport is the one place where human emotion is in clear sight. There is no hate, there is only tears of joy, tears of sorrow, and jubilation. the planes arrive to the portals eager to stay on schedule taking its travelers to their desired or necessary point of interest in a fixed ammount of time. We sit there in our seats trying to maintain our composure while our emotions are buckled into our seats as we hol don for dear life as the plane takes off, which makes everything real.
Departing from Granada, the sun was shinning the birds were singing, the total opposite of what was hidden besides my forced smile. I awoke that morning, rolled over in the immense bed, not wanting to get up. My lack of sleep was clearly visible in the pockets of my eyes as i walked across the old Spanish tile floor to the window. In the distance was the Sierra Nevada, beautiful white and brilliant it shown, still covered in snow while the thermometer read a cool 26C. Showering and preparing myself i said my goodbyes and farewells as she loaded my bags into teh car. A series of hugs and kisses and tidings of good luck from the sincere individuals and a small old man who wished me a safe flight and to return soon, he could read my mind. I loaded the car looking over at the driver with sadness in my eyes as it pulled out of the driveway through the large iron gate as the dogs, Tula, chased the car. Driving through the hills comfort was given but words could not be found as i was hoping that the car would somehow become lost. Arriving at the airport, my flight delayed we waited the entire time. Lost without words, wanting to say soo much but nothing was able to escape our dry mouths aside from a series of humorous jokes and idioms in Spanish trying to break the unerving silence. FLIGHT TO JFK, i gathered my things.
We walked to the gate with sadness in our eyes as comfort was found in an embrace and traditional cheek kisses as I walked through the security lines, i was shaking the entire time. After passing i looked back to see tears streaming down the sunkissed cheeks of what i was leaving behind. A hand was raised inteh air wavng a signal of goodbye as I burst into tears and tyring to stand, be strong, and contuine to get onto the flight. I walked clutching my passport in hand outside to the plane which was siutated against the backdrop of the rocky landscape. I looked back at the series of faces in the large waiting area window crying and waving goodbye to all of us. That was when it hit me. Reality. I looked back over my shoulder, my cheeks stained with tears to see the familiar faces waving with tears in the window as i walked away from, a hand pressed against the glass. Boarding the plane, a window seat, i let me emotions loose and cried the entire first flight. the man next to me offered "panuelos" tissues for the entire flight offering words of consolment in simple Spanish.
Arriving to Madrid, my flight late, i ran through the airport at full speed with two bags through customs, to catch teh train.  Teh stress, the emotions, the travel was not wearing on me and relief was found when i made the second flight. The door closed sealing my fate, making my decision final and i began to cry again, an accumulation of all the emotions and withheld feelings from my Spain adventure poured out for the first 4 hours of my flight until i found solace and relaxation and sleep overcame me. When i awoke in the distance i saw the USA, New York, the city littered with skylines and skyscrapers and trees, i was ifnally home,. I am home, i said ot myself as a tear rolled down my face, as i was happy to finally be safe in my own country after the difficult week i had. I exited the plane composing myself with all the otehr passengers, going thorugh customs to which a pale faced polish man said ot me welcome home miss to which the emotion of jubilation finally overcame my face as i proceeded to collect my bags. Turning the corner i walked down the hallway in the distanc ei saw two figures. I knew who they were my parents, my mother and my father i wanted to run to them i wanted to cry, but i had nothing left. All i needed and wanted i found when the two of them embraced me. Estoy segura, estoy a casa relaja, relaja.

xoxox
Worldly Woman