DAY ONE: TERMINAL FUN

That land, we shall call Spain. Our party of fellow travelers wandered our way through security and found the gate at which we would be picked up by the flying Airbus. This Airbus took our party to JFK Airport in New York City. When we landed, our plane released a fog upon us. That is where our adventure begins. We stepped off the plane to wander the mall that contained an airport. We were set to get food at different locations and meet back at the gate to await our departure. Then, trouble ensued. I checked my music box, what some people my call a phone, and saw we were delayed an hour. Soon, I overheard that out plane was delayed another two hours. Apparently, our pilot was stuck in the Nation’s Capital, and he could not make it to fly us across the sea. A few of us then decided to click fast travel and slept for three hours on the airport floor. We woke up and found out that the airline was trying to buy our forgiveness by giving us snacks. Of course, we accepted--cookies, crackers, candy, and water. We packed up our sacks of belongings and hopped in line to board our next Airbus. A few of our party switched seats to allow families to sit together and then we covered ourselves with blankets and put on sleeping masks.  In the “morning,” we were greeted with what can only be described as soggy egg bread. I guess it was supposed to be an egg sandwich, and technically it was. It was an egg sandwiched between bread, though flavorless. Our plane landed and we stood in a line to go through customs. We nervously waited to see if they would let a bunch of crazy hooligans into another country. Against their better judgement, the royal Spanish government did. We only had one hiccup in the airport, one of our member’s bags was taken. Now he is living without a change of clothing for a couple days. He's truly embracing Ignatius’ lifestyle, if you ask me. We met our guide Fabian and boarded his magical (non)school bus. This bus took our party to Manresa where we celebrated Mass in the cave that St. Ignatius lived in for 10 months. We were able to truly immerse ourselves and celebrate that holy place. Fabian then ran up a hill to view the River Cardoner where St. Ignatius’ eyes were opened to truly see God in all things. There was a small art piece in the ground that was meant to reflect the lives of those who have also been blessed to see God in all things. We prayed and asked the Holy Spirit to be with us on our journey and to help us see God moving in and around us. Our next stop was Zaragosa, where our story for today ends. Well, technically it ends with us sleeping, but we’ve done that for most of the story. So, I will end it on a good note. We all showered.