February 3rd : Mama we made it
I
awoke right before we began to land in Rome. The last thing I remembered before
passing out was eating a bad sandwich that the British are apparently very
proud of by the look of the packaging. (This ain’t like Texas folks!) Once we
landed everyone shuffled off the plane towards baggage claim. Each of us stood
there anxiously waiting to pounce on our bags and worried if they would ever
come. After 45 minutes all bags were accounted for except for one so we had to
wait some more. Everyone tried to remain patient but quietly we all shared a
bitterness towards the stupid bag that was lost. We finally felt like we arrived,
however none of us imagined how painful the three hour bus ride was going to
be. We all attempted to sleep thinking it would help pass the time but it was
impossible to get comfortable in those seats. I kept closing my eyes, trying to
convince myself I was sleeping but when I would open my eyes only ten minutes had
passed. This happened quite a few times until I finally gave up. When we approached
Castiglion it was nearing 11 p.m. and the bus dropped us off at a parking lot
outside the walls of downtown because the bus was too big to fit on the tiny
roads inside. When we stepped off the bus we felt the cold breeze cut through
us and the raindrops plopping all around. We all thought we were going to have
to carry our luggage up the cobblestone streets to campus but luckily a small
vehicle was provided for us to carry our things. We then walked to our new home
where our journey would finally begin.
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