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The Road to San Sebastián – Part 2: Air Europa MIA to MAD

 

The reviews for Air Europa had scared me, but as someone who flies Spirit and Frontier more times than I care to admit, I should have known that there was no way it could be as bad as the internet said. As long as I get to my destination on time, the flight crew isn’t rude, and my luggage doesn’t go missing, I don’t ask for much. That being said, I am capable of judging good and bad airlines. Air Europa falls squarely in the middle for me. 

I must have dozed off for a quick second; the doors were closing and there was no one else in my row. Heck, there was almost no one else ON THE PLANE.

An empty row = makeshift bed for the next 8 hours. The Air Europa-branded pillow and blanket were certainly better than the rolled-up scarf and a hoodie I would have been using.

Uneventful takeoffs are always welcome; Miami’s bright lights wove me off into the otherwise black night.

Dinner was served as soon as we reached cruising altitude: Fusilli with a mushroom alfredo sauce wannabe and a few strands of melty, stretchy cheese, accompanied by a small bun and butter. Carbs galore. 

Between my numbed tasted buds and the hunger in my stomach, this wasn’t nearly as bad as it looked. The blueberry muffin we had for dessert was actually quite good. 

With dinner served and trash cleaned up, the lights in the cabin went off to allow us to [attempt to] sleep.

And sleep I did because the next thing I knew, the pit in my stomach alerted me to our descent. The screen showed us gliding over Spain.

And a quick glance out the window confirmed our impending arrival.

Welcome to Madrid!

 

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Based mainly in Colorado. Loves cheese, rain, and starry nights. Can usually be spotted in the wild wearing a Spirit Jersey and balancing two cameras. Often laughs and cries at the same time. Barely survived one Master's program, but wants to do another.

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