On My Way!

So I am on the plane to Spain now... and I am surprisingly NOT excited. I already miss everyone so much.. including my puppy Sinko (will you please forgive me for forgetting to say goodbye?). It was disheartening leaving everyone behind and I have no idea what to expect. My biggest emotion right now is fear. I am afraid that when I arrive, I'm in for a big dose of culture shock. I am a social person, and I believe the biggest problem I'll have is losing the ability to socialize because of the language barrier. I won't be able to hide behind words or jokes or sarcasm anymore... que malo! Oh well, time to finally open that sketch book and start practicing again, huh?

UPDATE:
For Son; As you predicted, I sat next to a british guy with an accent. We drank tea and ate cheese and biscuits together as we discussed books, television shows, and movies. He even asked to hear my own british accent which I assured him I had a lot of practice on at home. Afterwards, he complimented me saying it was magnificent! We parted only after he said it was charming to meet me. Oh, the British :)

UPDATE:
Don't ever try to make conversation in airports with foreign men who have lots of strange, archeological looking baggage. They are very disgruntled and will most likely go off on you about how they're doing the same thing you are... also note that they don't like the british.

UPDATE:
I have finally arrived at my hotel. OHHHHH BOOYYYY was that rough. Let me tell you about it:
1. My checked bag never showed up.
2. Everything was in spanish and I had NO idea where to go about my predicament.
3. When I finally found the place, it took me and hour to get through the line. When it was finally my turn, they said they were closing and quickly told me in spanish (which I could not comprehend in all my distress) how to get to their other helpdesk.
4. I found a helpdesk (although not THE helpdesk), and after I explained to them what happened, they promptly gave me a flimsy document that had my name, my description of the bag (which consisted of pointing to a picture and saying "este"), my hotel address, a tracking number and a phone number.  Then they sent me on my way with a smile on their faces. I'm most definitely very hopeful they will find it. NOT. Whatever... I'm over it.
5. I leave the airport through the metro, slowly following the directions given to me on a piece of paper. I ask the man sitting across from me if I am on the right metro for the stop I need and he agrees. While waiting for my stop, I am asked by a creepy guy in spanish if he can sit next to me. I say sure, and discreetly pull all of my belongings closer to me on the opposite side. I am now thoroughly trapped between him and the wall. He proceeds to make conversation with me, but every time he stops talking, I see his reflection in the opposite window staring unabashedly at my bags. Oh, and let me not forget the fact that HIS HANDS WERE FREAKING TWITCHING. This went on for about 10 minutes. Needless to say, I was officially FREAKING OUT at that point. My nerves were about to burst, and every time the metro stopped and the doors opened, I would grab tight to my bags and brace myself. After the first 2 stops, I was as twitchy as him, and every time he lurched towards my bags my whole body would flinch. I actually believe that is what saved me. I was too on edge for him and my flinching probably made him second guess himself. Anyways, at some point I look up and see the man I had asked for directions earlier gave me a warning glance. My reply was a frightened, deer in headlights nod. I was so concentrated on not getting robbed that I nearly missed my stop, and the man in front of me stood up, grabbed my hand and said lets go, swiftly towing my luggage behind him. MY SAVIOR. So we're walking right, and he proceeds to tell me that that was a bad man, all the while holding tightly to my luggage. At this point, I realize how tight his hold is on my bag and I'm trying to take it from him... politely. After a few minutes of walking and talking, my brain is going, "WHAT THE HELL?! Am I about to get robbed by the guy who I thought was HELPING me?!" But alas, when he was finished walking me out, he handed them back with a nod to my thanks and returned to the metro (as he had gotten off before his stop). Thank God for good people. Needless to say, I had to sit down for a minute to let my body register the fact that I was safe again and there was no longer a need for the shaking or hyperventilation. After that, I made it safely to my hotel and here I am, about to take my first siesta in Spain. Adios, America.