Il Buono, Il Brutto, e Il Cattivo: A.K.A. The Craziest 24-36 hours of my life.

For those of you not aware, I am doing a year-long study abroad in Italy and guess what I’M BLOGGING FROM ITALY…meaning, I MADE IT! This may sound dramatic to some, but after the past 24-36 hours i’ve had, I promise I’m not exaggerating (ok, maybe a lil’, but just for dramatic effect).

I’m sitting in my hotel, laying flat, watching the Italia vs. England game on RAI 1, which is maybe not the most eventful way to spend my first night in Rome, but honestly, I’m dead tired because traveling is tiring and I’ve had a series of events happen…some were good, some bad, and some just plain ugly (hense, the title, buono, brutto, cattivo).

First, I woke up at 5:45 a.m. to kickbox the day of my flight, which was great, but super challenging and tiring.

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Then, I had to repack my suitcase, because it was a little over 50 lbs. and that’s all I got.

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Also, there’s the whole saying goodbye to your favorite people in the world thing, which seriously takes a toll on you.

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Then, I get the news that I have a window seat, which is usually a plus, but on a 9 hr fully-packed flight, it’s a nightmare. Especially, because the snobby girl next to me was either asleep the whole time or would give me glares, and I wasn’t about to grope her, just to climb over her and the other weirdo next to her, to use the restroom.

But, there were some major plusses to my 9 hr flight. Firstly, it was Air NewZealand, so our plane had a hobbit on the outside of it and all of the flight attendants were either kiwis or brits. And they served me New Zealand wine, so I was classily drinking a Merlot with my airplane food. Also, I got to watch a lot of movies that aren’t out yet.


Unfortunately, not going to the bathroom for 9 hours and not drinking enough water made me severely dehydrated and nauseated. I basically spent my 4 hour layover in London in and out of the loo, puking, which was both embarrassing and tiring.


Luckily, my flight to Rome, though an hour delayed, was both entertaining and wonderful. I was flying Alitalia, so I was expecting a lot of Italians, which there were, but you wouldn’t know it, because I was surrounded by a huge group of Birmingham Brits with the heaviest accents you’ve ever heard, on their way to Brazil for the World Cup. Apparently, it was cheaper to route through Rome and since they had time on their hands, they decided to get “smashed”, with their several bottles of alcohol that they brought on board and were taking shots of on board. While it was fun to hear their drunken blabbering, they were being so obnoxious and at one point even pulled out the life jacket out of the overhead compartment. Let’s put it this way, when the plane landed, the Italian police were waiting for them and they were quarantined on the plane. I didn’t feel bad for them, because one of them had a nudey magazine, and when I turned around to see if there was a line for the bathroom, I saw the mag under my seat. I handed the mag back to the guy, not realizing it was practically like a Euro PlayBoy mag, and this little shit says to me, “Oh is that you”? *points to busty, tanned brunette on the cover, staged in a ridiculously sexualized manner*. He started laughing, proud of himself for making the comparison and I just glared at him and said, “Just take it and don’t put it under my seat again”. Haha, little shit deserves having to deal with the police, stupid man child.


Despite the obnoxious Birmingham Brits, I met a mother/daughter couple from Yorkshire, who were absolutely lovely. They were on their way headed to Taormina, after Rome and we just connected right away and it was just so nice seeing a mother/daughter trip, because it reminds me of my mom, who I miss dearly. We exchanged emails and I taught them Italian phrases. It was grand!

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J Law knows

And finally, I arrived. I made it to baggage claim, picked up my giant-ass suitcase and found my ride.



Now, I am in my hotel room, watching the game and enjoying hearing the screams from outside my window, literally anytime Italy makes a play. Soccer is a lot more fun to watch in Italy.



Though I’ve had a rough day only being able to communicate with people sparingly, feeling sick and yacking all over the Heathrow bathrooms, and feeling just downright groaty after not showering, wearing the same clothes and being sick; I feel much better now. I’ve finally relaxed and can’t wait to spend the day with my aunt and uncle in Rome.



2 thoughts on “Il Buono, Il Brutto, e Il Cattivo: A.K.A. The Craziest 24-36 hours of my life.

  1. Ok. Let’s get the tough stuff out of the way. Hope the bad guys r still incarcerated.
    Enjoy visit with auntie and uncle.

    Prayers for your journey.

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