Getting up early tomorrow to drive to the airport. Last day here in the states. Still packing. Not looking forward to the long layover in chicago before the flight to madrid. I know i will eventually fall asleep and probably end up snoring loudly on the plane. I can imagine the flight attendants and other passengers gossiping about my sleeping habits. Being up in the air is calming and cool, but yet I still hate ascending and descending to the ground. Freaks me out. I will probably instagram the cliché photo of clouds or something if I get the window seat!
¡Hasta luego!