So, I had this wild idea to zip from Geneva to Madrid. Sounds simple enough, right? Well, let me tell you, it turned into a bit of an adventure. I started off all gung-ho, thinking I’d just hop on a plane and be sipping sangria in no time.
First things first, I hit up the usual suspects for flights. You know, browsed through all those travel websites. I spent hours comparing prices, departure times, layovers – the whole nine yards. It was a bit of a headache, honestly. I was looking at all kinds of airlines that I have never heard about before.
Figuring out the Flight
After what felt like an eternity, I finally found a flight that didn’t require me to sell a kidney. It was a direct flight, which was a huge plus. No messing around with layovers in some random airport. I booked it right then and there, not wanting to risk the price going up.
- Checked the visa requirements.
- Made sure my passport was up-to-date.
- Started making a list of all the things I wanted to do in Madrid.
Getting to the Airport
The day of the flight, I woke up extra early. I’m one of those people who gets super paranoid about missing flights, so I always give myself tons of extra time. I double-checked that I had everything – passport, boarding pass, wallet, you name it. My suitcase was packed to the brim. It is always like that, I always pack more than I actually need. And I hailed a taxi and head to the airport.
The airport was buzzing, as usual. I checked in, went through security, and then found my gate. Everything was surprisingly smooth. I even had time to grab a coffee and a croissant before boarding. And I just sat there waiting for my flight.
The Flight Itself
The flight itself was pretty uneventful. I watched a couple of movies, read a book, and even managed to get some sleep. The flight attendants were nice, and the food was, well, airplane food. You know how it is, not exactly gourmet. I still had it all, you never know when you will be hungry again.
Arriving in Madrid
Finally, we landed in Madrid. I grabbed my bag from baggage claim. Then I found a taxi outside the airport and headed to my hotel in the city center. The taxi driver was this chatty old guy who told me all about the best places to get tapas. He was so kind and gave me a lot of tips about the city.
And just like that, I was in Madrid. It felt surreal, going from the Swiss Alps to the Spanish capital in just a few hours. I was exhausted, but also super excited to explore. And thus start the Madrid part of my trip!
