En Route

I'm still in the airport in Frankfurt. I feel as if I've been here for an eternity. It's 12:30 pm at home, but its 6:30 pm here, and my body tells me its more like 11:30 pm. After navigating FRA for a long time (somehow I went through passport control 3 times and through security twice) I'm finally at my gate to get from FRA to Barcelona. Its been delayed and they can't check my bags through to Sevilla - a double whammy meaning that I'll probably spend the night in Barcelona (erg). I feel bad - I'm late to the program. But I suppose its my own fault. I could barely sleep on the flight here - my head was too full, thinking of what life might be like in Spain, thinking about all the things that might go wrong and what I'd do if they did, and thinking about how desperately I wished I didn't have to end my call with Francis once all the passengers had boarded. Its different for my family - I can go a couple days without talking to my parents, but with Francis hardly a day goes by when we don't talk both at lunch and at night before, having nice long conversations about nothing. I'm getting the shakes - I need a hit! :) I was stuck with all my luggage all today, so I just sat at the terminal reading The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (which was really good), but now I've finished so I don't have an excuse not to write (hehe). Oh! I almost forgot - I'm 22 today! About now exactly, actually. Dad says I'm old because they had to buy two boxes of candles for my cake.