Leaving Batavia. My big adventure begins!

September 6th was my last day in the US until late June. My friends stopped by after school to say their last good byes, it was so sad! I left for the airport at 3:30 pm to catch my 6:00 flight. We made it with plenty of time to spare and everything went smoothly, but I ended up having to check one of my carry ons. I sat next to a really nice guy named Peter from chicago and he was also 16, we talked the whole way down to Miami. I had to find gate D15 with a 50 pound backpack on full of stuff that wouldn't fit anywhere else, luckily it wasn't a far walk at all. I had a 2 hour layover which went by pretty fast cause I could still text all of my friends. Everyone at my gate was speaking spanish, even the workers. So when they called us up for boarding and it was in spanish I had no idea what they were saying! but they also used hand gestures so I could figure it out. I was on a huge 777 plane with 5 seats in the middle and 2 seats on the other sides. I was sitting next to a lady who spoke very good english and we had a short conversation until she moved seats because her TV wasn't working. Now no one was sitting on either side of me so after watching The Great Gatsby I laid down and fell asleep. Although it was uncomfortable I think I slept for about 4 hours and woke up to breakfast and an hour left on this plane. I already felt like I was in Argentina because everyone was speaking spanish.