So, I woke u at 6am, got dressed inside my bed, brushed my teeth and decided to check my email before leaving the hostel. What I found was that my mother's plane was just off the coast of Greenland (or somewhere over there) and wouldn't land until 11am.
Rather than going back to sleep, I thought I would share my journal entry from last night...
After four hours of sleep (I was at a friend's apartment using the internet, then I showered and did laundry), I woke up, cleaned the apartment and walked to the bus station (via the snake path). The ride to Granada was uneventful; thankfully the screaming kid (seated directly behind me, of course) got off in Almedinilla, 10 km from Priego.
Once in Granada, I wandered around the Plaza Nueva area, where my roommates I and I had stayed in October. I wanted tea, but none of the teterias were open yet. While sitting in the sun, a friend called to say that he could have lunch (he was originally going to be home at his parent's house, but he stayed in Granada because he had things to finish up). We met at the Plaza and went for sushi. For lunch we shared spicy tuna rolls, Japanese pumpkin rolls, and a combo roll which contained eel, avocado, cucumber, and another kind of fish. Lunch was good, but I miss really good sushi that I eat at home.
After lunch, we walked around Granada's dead streets. Saturday before Christmas and no one was out. This may be partially because we were walking around during siesta hours. Then we went to his apartment so he could get his car. We drove to a shopping center because he needed a computer cable to hook up wifi at is parent's house. Then he took me to the tiny Granada-Jaen airport.
Luckily my bag only weighed 12.5kg because Ryanair has really strictluggage policies and many people had to open their bags, take stuff out and layer up. I am not joking.
My flight left late, which was unfortunate because that meant I got to the hostel late. Ryanair doesn't assign seats. You get in line inside the terminal, then walk to the plane where it's a free-for-all. Being me, I was first in the line (after the people who pay extra for priority boarding). I took the window seat of an exit row, which was more of a hassle than what it was worth. I was not allowed to have my bag under the seat in front of me, nor was I able to hold my jacket: it had to be on or in the overhead.
When we got to Bergamo (40km from Milan), I went straight to the bathroom in the baggage area. I walked out (2 minutes later) and my bag was already coming around the carousel (EXCITING!). I grabbed it and jumped on a bus headed for the central train station in Milan. I walked to my hostel at 11:30 at night with a pink floral LLBean duffel bag - not the smartest looking travel gear, left over from my late-high school/early-college years.
I had never seen a hostel room like this one. I booked a "four person mixed (gender) dorm." What I found was a room with two twin beds (thankfully one was mine) and a European double bed - two twins under the same big bedspread. It had a TV and private bathroom. I had to share the room with a Russian guy and two Greek guys (they got the cozy bed).
The hostel is also located right next to a sushi restaurant. I haven't seen sushi since I ate it in Sevilla in September. Today I've seen two sushi restaurants....Dorothy is definitely not in Priego (I mean Kansas) anymore.
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Ok, It's now 7:45am, maybe I'll head to the airport. I figure, I'm not going back to sleep, I've read the New York Times, parts of the Economist and BBC. I've typed my journal/blog entry and check both my email and facebook 10 times each.
Sure, my mom won't get in for another 3 hours, but the bus will take at least an hour and if I get tired, I'll just sleep at the airport - not like I haven't done that before....
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