We woke up to our last morning in Spain, expecting to be home and sleeping in our own bed by night. After we checked out of the hotel, we walked to Puerta del Sol to take the Metro to the airport. Neil had mapped out the route online. The trip ended up taking about an hour, largely due to some long walks between transfer points. We were, once again, very happy with our packing strategy of carrying one carry-on, wheeled suitcase apiece. The train was packed with people but very convenient, putting us right inside the airport terminal. There was an extra one euro surcharge to enter the airport on top of the regular cost of the Metro ticket. Cheap. What a deal!
As usual, we were ultra-careful and arrived very early. Our Air Canada flight to Toronto was, however, delayed over four hours in departing Madrid. When we finally departed, the ride was largely uneventful. The flight went fast because of the great little monitors set in the setbacks for entertainment. There were a huge number of entertainment choices - a lot of movies, old, current, foreign, etc. and HBO tv, etc. I watched parts one and two of HBO Mildred Pierce and a dumb movie with Adam Sandler and Jennifer Aniston. We were fed a lot. There was a baby next to us who started screaming horribly for most of the last half of the flight. We got into Toronto at about 7 pm, which was way too late for our connection to Los Angeles.
Our experience arriving in Toronto was the worst, especially since we had already been "on the road" for over 14 hours. There was no instruction given by Air Canada regarding what we should do as to customs, hotel, rebooking, etc. There were no announcements on the plane; there were no representatives outside the plane - nothing. We followed the flow toward baggage claim and got some wrong information from Air Canada people. We waited in a long line to talk to an agent who really did not know who we were, but we finally did get hotel vouchers and rebooked us onto a flight for tomorrow. The agent told us the wrong hotel (with vouchers also printed incorrectly); one that did not exist according to people at the bus stop she directed us to. A bus from the Radisson was picking up people I recognized from our plane, but our voucher said Renaissance. Neil thought it was the agent's mistake, but I made him get off the bus to the Radisson. After several calls from the airport hospitality phone system (we had no cell phones that worked outside of Spain), we decided that the Radisson was where we were supposed to be and got on the bus. Everything was agonizingly slow, as we were being processed along with all the others from our plane who were being put up for the night. Our room at the Radisson was super stuffy and the air-conditioner was super loud and everything smelled of cigarettes. The plug in the bath tub did not work and there was too much light. After weeks of incredibly nice hotel experiences across Spain, this was a shock!
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Killing time in the Airport |
We did get to sleep, partly because we were so totally exhausted. It was 5 am Madrid time.
We slept for several hours and got up to catch the shuttle to the airport at 5:30 am. There were so many people from our flight in our situation that we wanted to make sure we were on a shuttle that had enough available room. We wanted to allow plenty of time to clear customs for our early flight. The airport had a special fast track terminal for passengers to the US and we got through without incident. We had enough time to have coffee in Starbucks in the Toronto airport - our first Starbucks coffee in many weeks - and recounted to each other the plots of the movies we had watched on the plane from Madrid. The airport had free wi-fi so Neil did some checking up on his ipod. Our plane was on schedule and we were on our way home. On entering the plane, we passed through first class. I had never seen this type of seating arrangement before, with all the seats on a diagonal for more footspace. We sat in the emergency door aisle with plenty of leg room, but the entertainment monitor in Neil's seat wasn't working. Neil did not really care since he saw everything he was interested in yesterday. The flight attendant was super nice, and comped us some food. Across the plane from us, we noticed a young, Spanish couple ("cool" because the guy had a hat similar to Neil's) who had been with us from Madrid and at the hotel in Toronto. As difficult as the layover had been for us, we felt bad about people dealing who weren't English speakers.
We were finally back at LAX; almost home. There was about a two hour layover, so we walked outside almost the whole perimeter of the airport from the Air Canada to the United terminal. It was warm, but not oppressive. We tried to get our boarding passes for our United flight to SLO from the electronic kiosk, but it did not work. We weren't surprised, figuring it was a result of the rebooking in Toronto. Even a human agent had a little bit of a problem finding it but, eventually, it got done. I went through a full body search at security, which was very shabby and did not even have a place to sit and put shoes on. The decor of LAX was painfully run down compared to that of all of the other airports we had been through on our trip.
After we got some sandwiches, we headed down to the boarding area. We had tickets, but no seat assignments. At first, our assignments were in different rows. Shortly before boarding, however, we were called up to the ticket counter and reticketed with seats next to each other. The ride was short. The small plane was pretty full. Grabbed a taxi and found the house as we had left it.
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Home. On the Ground. |
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