The Omen: I Shouldn't Be Leaving Bologna

3:10 p.m.: I am sitting on the cold hard floor of the Bologna airport. Sad but true, our time in Bologna has come to an end. With going into Bologna every night of the week after school, I failed to mention that we were leaving today for Krakow, Poland! Well, at least we think we're leaving--our flight to Krakow was supposed to be at 11:25 this morning, but when we got to the airport we found out that our flight had been delayed until 5:00.

3:45 p.m.: It just came over the intercom that our flight has been delayed until 8:00! We won't be in Krakow until after 10:00! For me, it's totally a sign that I shouldn't leave Bologna! It's actually been kind of a blessing in disguise because our group would not have made it on the plane in time and we have been able to meet a few of the NOISE people who were flying to Amsterdam, Warsaw, and London. Even though we've made it and seen people, this is getting ridiculous! (I think that was an Iveta-ism right there). I am on two hours of sleep and a few minutes of unconsciousness on the floor of Marconi, but I feel fantastic! I decided that I don't care if I look like the dreaded American college student and tourist, so I am bumming around the aeroporto in my pink Glenmary sweatshirt, my Belles sweatpants, and blue Converses. Finally I get to wear my Belles sweatpants in Europe!

6:30 p.m.: Here is the beginning of the conversation between my mom and I:
Me: "Hey Mom, what's going on!"
My Mom: "Hi sweetie, where are you, Krakow?"
Me: "The airport in Bologna. I'm bored."
Yes, our flight was pushed back again! Now we're supposed to be leaving at 9:45, but I am really trying to figure out how I want to spend another Saturday night in Bologna because it doesn't look like we're going to be getting on a plane anytime soon! But until then my mom and the little Polish girls screaming "Mommy I have to go pee-pee" will keep me entertained. Apparently all four year olds speak the international language of "pee-pee."

10:15 p.m.: I have claimed my window seat on the airplane and you will have to pry my cold, tired body from my window! Third straight window seat on this trip--I am so amazing!