I grimace, both from her words and the impact of the plane hitting the runway. Suddenly, my nerves are in overdrive, and I’m anxious as hell. In just minutes, I’ll be seeing Mr. Rodriguez. Just the thought of it has me squirming in my seat. After the doors are opened and we’re allowed to exit, I numbly grab my bag and follow Adriana off the plane and through the terminal.

For a few minutes, I forget about my nerves and glance around the huge airport. I can’t believe I’m in Barcelona, Spain! Right as we’re about to get to the baggage claim area, I turn my head to get a...