Traveling

     Well, that wasn't what we expected. After getting to Atlanta at six in the morning on less then four hours of sleep, we had a layover of eleven hours.  We tried for a bit to get some more sleep at the airport, but there are always safety announcements and a man was vacuuming right around us.
Time to hit the city. 
     We spent five hours walking around Atlanta.  It wasn't everything we hoped for. The Olympic park was pretty cool, a lot of monuments and history.  We stood where the backpack bomb went off and saw where the shrapnel and nails hit some nearby statues.  We also saw a lady having fun running full speed in flip flops. That never ends well, and it didn't.  That lady fell very hard.
     Back in the airport to get all checked in. Then it happened. One delay for maintenance, another for weather, another for maintenance and weather, lastly for a new crew since the old ones were tired of waiting.  Seven hours of extra waiting after already having an eleven hour layover is, well, a long time.
     Seven extra hours also leads to some new discoveries. For instance, running on the flat floor escalators makes you really fast.  Also, people lose all inhibitions when yelling at airport attendants. Cats are funny when they are on tranquilizers. And twenty four dollars in food vouchers, when put to good use , can stretch a long way (see photo). 
     All in all, it was seven hours of full blown emotion and doubting that we would ever leave that airport.  I almost pulled a Tom Hanks and remade the bathroom.  In the end, we made it safely into Spain.  Let the adventures begin!