**This post is in the perspectives of two people: David my little brother (Diva David) & the amazing me (Laura Andrea). Feel free to choose sides and, of course, as always….laugh**
Me (Laura Andrea):
I was so excited, David was finally going to join me after my hard year of school in Madrid. Our plan was to stay in Madrid for a few days, then go adventure all of Europe! Sounds like the dream, right? Well…first stop Paris. Take note David has not been in Europe since he was little, so I was excited to catch him up on all my favorite things in Madrid and friends I made around Europe, who we were going to meet again.
Ehh…I guess I gave David a first bad impression of my lifestyle in Europe from the past year because the first flight together to Paris was at 5 am, so obviously, having to get there a tad bit early, David had to bring his huge, luggage, big enough to be stopped and asked to pay 100 euros for his carry-on (shake my head). So that takes time…not to mention there was a huge gate change…literally, we had heads turning as people watch two people, us, sprinting across the airport, looking like zombies, of course, at 5 freaking in the morning.
So, after David drained my pockets from money to pay for his carry-on and after having a mini-marathon to get to the correct gate, we finally, crash onto the crappiest seats on the crappiest plane, probably made my paper mache…at walmart…in the jungle. I don’t know. It just was the whole “what did we do?” thoughts that made David & I pass out because we didn’t care…we were exhausted.
After we met our friend in Paris and had a wonderful day, we planned to go meet another friend at the Eiffel Tower the next day by the river and have lunch! Oui oui oui yay yay yay! I was used to the fast metro system from living in Madrid for quite some time, everyone pushing and shoving, everyone cramming in the metro as fast as superman…well the Paris metro was & probably still is very sketchy, dirty, and looked like “ok, this is where we die part of a really bad murder movie.”
I buy David and I our metro tickets to get into the metro and there it is…the metro happened to be there, perfect timing, and as it was later in the day, there were less stops. It would take another 10 minutes if we let this metro go. So I’m like “David come on! Open the gate!” After I get on the metro, the doors close and sigh of relief…We made it on. let’s go home.
“Hey, David, can you give me some water”?
I look around, where the heck is he? I just saw him. I look out the window of the metro train and see his face in shock….and the metro starts moving…we are both watching each other pass by…no phone, David does not know Paris, he is going to get shanked, raped, and murdered…what have I done?….
Why did he do this to me!? I am going to get zero inheritance money from my parents when they find out I killed him!
Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah. Let me tell you guys, the year was 2013, and I had so much planned for the summer. My dad and sister had the genius idea of sending me to Spain to visit my sister for a couple of weeks where we would take on the European Union and travel like a couple of chump tourists. I was super excited and went with the mindset of getting to see some amazing cities and spend some quality time with my sister, since she decided to study a billion miles away….I don’t get it since you can literally take online classes from any part of the world, but you know what, I am supportive and we made some…uhhh… interesting memories.
So after traveling around a few parts in Spain, our next stop was to Paris! Ahhh yes, Paris sounds amazing, right? Well, Paris itself was not too fun since all that could go wrong went wrong!
The first sign of rough times began as soon as we got to the airport, and we were literary about 15 minutes from boarding the freaking plane when a flight attendant or minion from the worst airline, which is what Laura and I determined they actually were, was telling me I had to pay a hundred bucks in order to take my carry-on up on the plane, which was literary barely larger than my backpack. We had no time, it was 5am, and my sister has no patience when it comes to waiting up on me. And if you are thinking I had to pay that money…I cheerfully handed that money to the lady and said, “I hope you are happy” and walked off.
Getting to Paris, of course you have to check out the sites, go to some over priced stores, and have a Nutella filled crepe that is like the best food in the world without a doubt. At the end of the day, it was late and I was tired, Laura was tired, and we were just tired of looking at each other and having to “watch out” for each other. In my mind, I am her protector, yet in her little bodied mind, who could not fight off an average male, mentally, she believed she was my protector, which of course did not make sense to me…but you know, it does not matter to me since she constantly pushes my buttons on purpose in order to persuade me.
Anyways, we were getting ready to hop on a train, yet there are gates that will not allow you to enter without a ticket, which I had both of them since I like to think I am the responsible one. I pushed the first ticket through, which opens the doors, yet you have to wait for the ticket to come out of the other side before placing MY ticket in the machine to get it properly stamped; however, before I know it…. my sister is already on the train, the doors start to close, I sprint literary trying to prawn open the doors with my hands and she just waves at me….seriously?! like waves at me like, “oh sorry! Too slow and you suck David”. But since we had no cellphones, I had no idea what stop the train was going towards, I decided to take a leap of faith and hop on the next train…. obviously….I was angry. Here I am, staying organized, she doesn’t even take a look to see if I have gotten on the train until the doors closed.
I mean…who is really at fault here? Then I thought, “crap…. what am I going to tell my parents?” and there goes all my opportunities to travel alone.
**Afterthoughts by Laura Andrea: So…..Yeah…laugh a little more, cherish your relationships because you may lose them on trains, metros, or any other kind of transportation…**
Peace and love,