I wish the post read like this: On Wednesday, we woke up, got on the train, found the studio, went to the apartment, hung out in Vicenza, then went to bed for school the next day. Instead, it will read something like this:
Woke up and got on the train. It was a pretty long ride, so we ended playing a game to pass the time. We got a few looks from the people on the train because the game required us to stick pieces of paper with people's names on it and we had to ask questions to figure out who we were. Anyways, we finally get to our stop. A few of us take our luggage down and off the train. I took my big suitcase off and was about to get back on the train to get my carryon bag, when all of a sudden the doors close. Leslie was literally about to step off the train and I was about to step into the train when the doors shut and the train started leaving. At the time, it was pretty comedic. Did that really just happen? Is this real life? Well the rest of us that got off the train made our way to the studio and got the keys to the apartment. Ours is pretty sweet, I'm on the second level and have a window next to my bed. We then walked around the city back and forth from the studio and the apartment. Leslie arrives, and I'm expecting her to have knowledge of my carry-on, because I thought someone had noticed that I couldn't reach the bag and was going to take it with them. Alas, that was not the case. My bag was left on the train from Milan-Venice. Worst part is that my new laptop was in it, as well as my external hard drive and nice camera that I actually just learned how to really use. We did everything possible to see if it was there, but there was no such luck. I was a big mess last night with everything going on and things turning out the way they did.
Today was a bit better, I know there's nothing I can do about missing baggage. Everything that could have been done has been done. I called my parents last night because I was a wreck. I love traveling, and don't get homesick, but at this point I was already stressed earlier from portfolio and thinking about grad school, that this just put me over the edge. I've never wanted to go home and back to where I was before until then. But my parents told the church that we go to what happened, and they offered to buy me a new laptop. Which is incredibly helpful and super generous.
Other than that, I've just been wandering around the city, getting lost and trying to find my way back. I feel it's one of the better ways to get to know a city. You stumble upon something that you might not have found if you were headed only for a certain destination. Also, traveling in big groups is always hard and stressful, and I found after this debacle that my tolerance level has been lower. So I tend to stay away from those situations. I wish I had pictures to show, but I don't have a camera, and won't have one for a while.... allore. In this context, it means, oh well.
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