Posted by Six-inch Walker | Posted in field trip , italy , spring break | Posted on 6:02 AM
Italy seemed like the perfect get-a-way for spring break, especially since we booked the entire trip, including a place to stay for five nights in Milan with no problem and for a cheap price. We even arrived to the airport extra early in case something went wrong. We made sure we packed EVERYHING we could possibly need including snacks for the train and flight and made sure we didn’t forget anything last minute. We did everything right…right? WRONG! Everything, despite the planning and preparation, went wrong. We ended up only staying one night in Italy…in the airport. I am now back at the CAPA center in London, thank GOD! It’s been approximately 30 hours since I’ve had something to drink. Amber and I have gone almost 36 hours with barely even 5 hours of sleep. We spent 24 out of 30 hours in various airports and nothing to eat but our few snacks (diced peaches in syrup, blueberry muffins, jelly beans, and peanuts).
Milan simply wasn't what we'd expected. It looked like Newark...except with older buildings! And the hostel that we booked was simply out of the question. WE were supposed to share a room (about the size of a dorm room) with a boy. A strange Italian boy whom we've never met. Unt-uh! no way. We coudn't do it so we looked up at each other, shook our heads, I laughed, and then we got our money back and stormed out of there and headed back to the airport.
This trip was a compete and utter wreck. The hits just kept on coming. None stop. Like, serious knock-you-down jabs. It was such a bomb that all Amber and I could truly do was laugh about it. Getting upset wouldn't've made matters any better so why bother?
I have to say though, there were a few things that weren't so bad. I loved the flights, both of them. The scenery was aamzing and I got some really nice pictures of the clouds and the mountians with snow on the tops! Also, I picked up a reeally interesting book from one of the WHSmith shops at Gatewick airport (I've been dying to read a really good novel) And at least we can SAY that we went to Italy even though it was onmly for one night...inside an airport.
Milan simply wasn't what we'd expected. It looked like Newark...except with older buildings! And the hostel that we booked was simply out of the question. WE were supposed to share a room (about the size of a dorm room) with a boy. A strange Italian boy whom we've never met. Unt-uh! no way. We coudn't do it so we looked up at each other, shook our heads, I laughed, and then we got our money back and stormed out of there and headed back to the airport.
This trip was a compete and utter wreck. The hits just kept on coming. None stop. Like, serious knock-you-down jabs. It was such a bomb that all Amber and I could truly do was laugh about it. Getting upset wouldn't've made matters any better so why bother?
I have to say though, there were a few things that weren't so bad. I loved the flights, both of them. The scenery was aamzing and I got some really nice pictures of the clouds and the mountians with snow on the tops! Also, I picked up a reeally interesting book from one of the WHSmith shops at Gatewick airport (I've been dying to read a really good novel) And at least we can SAY that we went to Italy even though it was onmly for one night...inside an airport.
