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This morning we left London and flew to Malaga, Spain. Now, a month or so ago, when we booked the flight, 5:40am (for some ungodly reason) didn't sound so bad. As someone in their right mind might expect, for a 5:40 flight, you need to arrive at the airport around 3:30am. As it turns out, this makes getting any sort of affordable hotel room, and finding (again, affordable) transportation from said hotel to the airport at that hour, next to impossible. WHAT WERE WE THINKING!?! Anyways... long story short, we decided to spend the night at the London Gatwick airport and wait for our flight. Upon our arrival (around 10pm last night) we searched for some seats without armrests (so crucial!) and discovered that we were far from the only people who had chosen this option. We kicked off our shoes, sucked it up, and tucked in for the night. And by 'tucked in' I mean put in our ear plugs and tried to block the florescent light out of our eyes while we tossed and turned on rock hard benches for 5 hours. When we 'woke' for our flight, we found that every arm-rest-less (pun intended) bench in the place, and even some of the ones WITH arm rests, were covered with people trying as desperately as we had been to get some sleep. We stumbled our way through security and pushed our way (literally) onto our 'open seating' budget airline flight. When we arrived in Malaga, we collected our packs and caught a bus to Granada, where my friend, Mateo, met us at the bus station. Finally at his flat, we enjoyed the company of him and his 'little-english-only' speaking roommates for a while and then laid down, in true Spanish form, for an afternoon siesta. Whew. Y mañana, Granada!

~Jenna