Where does the luggage go?

Ok the plane ride sucked. Not at first, at first it was nice. There were very little people on the plane. I had three seats all to myself. And i got to watch Rattatooe and Vanity Fair and have a nice pasta dinner. Then i didn't sleep. For hours. And right at the moment when i went out they turned the lights on for landing. So we land and i hike six miles to the terminal. Litterally. Then i have to go through security again. Then they don't post the gate my plane is leaving from. Then the plane is late. Then after i arrive in the budapest airport, no luggage. Where does the luggage go? Supposabley they didn't put it on the plane in london and it should come with the five o clock flight. They should deliver said luggage to the dorm by tomarrow morn. If not i'm going to raise hell. Lot's of it. Julie picked my up at the airport, and we had this intense moment in the airport. Both of us crying and people looking on. It seems hungarians don't really show these kind of emotions in public, but they do love to make out on public transport. She led me to your dorm through the metro and some buses. Then we talked and talked. Then i lost control and took a nap. In fact we both did. After the nap we both went into the buda part of the city (the nice part) and met some of julie's schoolmates for dinner. In this strange bar in the jewish district that had packing plant flaps over the doors and strange old furniture in it. I might have been a old factory or apartment complex. I had the fish sandwich, which was a half a baggete with tuna fish on it and then covered in cheese and warmed. Not too bad for three dollars or so. Then we sat and talked a while and then walked home. I am so tired. Why am i still awake.

*note for alanna: no blisters yet but i don't think we factored in how the boots combined with wool sock would equal the constant rubbing off of my leg hair. How were you to know, since you don't have any.*

The space between car and plane

The space between car and plane

I swear the name of this post must have been a song writen by a hipster. Maybe Death Cab for Cutie. Today i leave for plane. Am I ready? i don't even know that. I am mostly pack up except for that last stuff. And i need to take a shower but i'm doing this instead. I went and hung out with my favorite person Justin the other night. He told me that he read my previous blog sort of since he mainly just scans for his name when he reads a b.l.o.g. So for you JUSTIN! I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU! We went to play pool and i saw this guy i knew in high school. I hate to say that i love being the person who has only gotten better with age. Nothing is more of a rush than being the one who has gotten hotter. Anyway. I will blog from the other side.

The trip begins

So the trip begins. Day one I break down in Virginia and my parents have to come get me. I know i told everyone i was leaving thursday morning. I didn't leave till friday afternoon at a little after 1. I drive and drive and get a little past Richmond and it starts to get dark. So i turn on my lights except that i can't really tell the lights are on. So I flash the highbeams. The radio shuts off. Really bad sign. I pull over to a gas station in ladysmith (where ever the hell that is) and the car shuts off . So i wait in the car from about 6 pm to like 10:30 pm in the cold. This sucked. So today i got to play with my little cousin and it was great. We rolled around on the floor and giggled. It was fun. I got my international cell phone which has it's own number you can call me on. +447924443107 lots of numbers. I am nervous about this trip but today i talked to my grandma about her and my grandfathers travels through these very countries and i feel better. It used to be much more difficult but now you can find hostels on the internet easy. And my uncle showed me pictures of the boat we will be on. So cool. I can jump off it onto the shore and then walk along beside it and jump back on it's so close. CANALBOAT!!!! I miss greensboro.