Airport Adventures

It seems inevitable that anytime you are really excited about something, it gets messed up. Well, due to air traffic control problems, and the incompetence of people working for the National Express, I am stuck in Heathrow airport in London for the night. Awesome. Almost as fun as spending 24 hours in the Paris airport (although that was my fault). I mean, it's not that bad. HOPEFULLY 12 hours from now I will be boarding a flight.
Moving along to happier things. Yesterday was the end of our program in Alicante, Spain. Probably one of the saddest experiences of my life. It's funny how an experience like this one can change who you are forever, and how you can meet people and in four months, feel like you have known them your whole life. In the instance of my Spanish family, I feel like they really are my family, and when I come back to Spain to live here, I plan on visiting them. My little sister here is also thinking about coming to the US next summer to improve her English, and might come to Colorado! I think that would be so much fun. She is a great person and so sweet.
It's interesting to think about how a situation is always what you make of it. At first when I figured out that I had missed my flight, I was pissed off at the people "responsible." Then as I approached the ticket counter, I pretty much started crying because all I really want to be doing is spending time with my family at home, at Christmastime. Afterwards, I realized that there is nothing that I can do about the situation, other than what I had already done. So now I am complacent with the situation. Well... we'll see how I feel about it around 3am.