March Madness has come to an end. And I’m not talking about basketball.
Between Portugal, Barcelona, my 21st birthday and Paris, I’ve barely had a chance to breathe. In a good way? But all of that ended when I made my last weekend trip (in March) to Milan on Wednesday.
Polly and I took the Avanza bus from snowy Salamanca (Yes, it was snowing. In March….what?) to the Madrid airport on Wednesday afternoon. We were flying Iberia (such a luxury compared to Ryanair and Easyjet), so we rode a free tram to Terminal 4 (which is in the middle of nowhere for those of you who were wondering). On our flight I had the most terrifying moment in my entire flying history. Continue reading