Sorry for the delay in getting a new posting up but it has been a busy, busy week.

Our trip began with tons of excitement but no place to go.

Due to weather in Philadelphia, we sat for an hour and half at the Miami airport. So instead of beginning our journey we sat anxiously and watched the rain. Eventually, we left, but little did we know that this was our last chance for relaxation for 24 hours.

Philadelphia is the City of Brotherly Love and unfortunately for us we were Phili's little brother. We arrived 10 minutes after our plane for Barcelona was due to leave; however, we hoped that our connecting flight was delayed as well. Some how the people at US Airways could not tell us if our flight was still at the gate, so we rushed to our gate and discovered that our plane was off with out us. After being sent around to different gates for assistance we got directed to the front ticket counter. The front counter was full of people trying to get to their destinations as well, so we spent an hour in line waiting, enjoying the love of Phili.

At the counter, we were blessed with a sweet lady that wanted to help us. Originally, they rebooked us to fly into London International, grab our bags, switch airports, then have a 7 hr. layover. Our angel found us a flight into Glasgow, Scotland with a 4 hour layover and this would put us on the same flight into Seville Spain just with out us having to get our bags and switch airports. We said thanks and waved good-bye to our new best friend as we rushed off to catch our flight that was leaving in 20 minutes.

A Scottish airport offers up much excitement. First of all, the stories you hear about how beautiful Scotland do not do it justice. The view coming into the Glasgow will pull at me until I return to Scotland. After landing, Robert and I were starving so we ate at a Scottish sort of café. We felt adventurous and decided to try some blood pudding, and I must say it tastes nothing like it sounds, it was a unique tasting dish that I enjoyed. Next, we discovered that every time we go to a new airport we have to leave the terminal and get re-ticked which also means going through security as well. During the ticketing process we were informed that we should have grabbed our own luggage in London, a little late for that. We submit claims for our luggage in Scotland in hopes that when we arrive in Seville our luggage will not be far behind. So, with forms completed and our new tickets in hand there was only one thing left to do, have a Scottish beer. Robert, Eric, and myself sat and drank a Tenants lager. They defiantly know how to make a beer, what a delicious tasting beverage. After downing the last drop of ale it was off to boarding. On our way to airport security we were stopped by a member of the security team and told that you can only have one bag as carry on, this includes you laptop bag. None of were angry, just tired so as we turned to leave I made a joke and the red faced Scott with his heavy accent said the best thing ever, "Can't take you bloody yanks anywhere." For some strange reason this guy made my day calling me a "bloody yank." Three people in the group had an extra bag so we had to go back and recheck bags. With no time to spare we made it to our gate and we were off for London.

Every airport is unique. With some experience under our belts we head straight to the ticketing counter for Iberia airlines, which of course is as far away as possible. Our luck must be changing, we get our tickets with out any problems and rush to the security line. Here we discover every airport has it's own set of rules. In London they have a small box that you put your backpack, bag, etc in to make sure it will fit. The problem is that the box is tiny, maybe just big enough for a laptop. Everyone's bag is bigger than the box including mine. I try forcing my bag into the tiny box with no luck, so i start taking things out and shoving them into my pockets, battery adapter, head phones, a couple of dvds. As I am cramming these things into every available space on my person I can feel the security lady staring at me. Finally, she just shakes her head waves me through and I put everything back. Not quite sure of the purpose of the whole process but I made it through and that is all that matters.

One last hurdle between us a Seville. We arrive in Spain and we are all excited and ready to go. We make our way to the luggage carrousel and we wait, and we wait. All of our luggage has been lost except for the those bags people checked in Scotland. So, after a few hours of waiting to fill out more paper work on our bags we finally get to see a world out side of an airport.

Our trip getting here was long and tiring at times but in the end it makes for a good travel story.