My Last Days...

Today, I leave for Florence to stay in a Hostel with Rebecca, Ben and Torey that way we are nearby for our morning flights from the Firenze Airport. Ben and I will be on a plane at 10am headed for Paris until our Sunday flight from Charles de Gaulle at 10:40am. It will be exciting.

For now, I'm struggling to pack. I'm used to only bringing Carry-On luggage where ever I go when I travel, but I had never traveled internationally before. The program people told us before we left for Italy that the majority of people regret bringing as much stuff as they did. Well, I'm regretting not having brought more! Much of my time was spent in my work out clothes for class - and I had only brought one pair of blacks (blacks are just black shirt, black pants, etc.) so I was wearing the same thing pretty much all the time and all the fancy stuff I brought... ? Yeah, it sat in my closet. That could have been room for the vino I'm bringing back.

Yesterday, Torey, Eric and I went to a lovely wine shop called Charleston and I bought some of Italy's finest vino. Chianti Classico - YUM! Crognolo - YUM! and Brunello - Delicious! I also bought some Grappa, which is also made of grapes but is more like for shots. But the tricky part is, I only have carry-on luggage and you can't bring alcohol OR more than 3 oz of liquid ON the plane; it must be checked. So, I'm frantically trying to figure out what can fit in my bigger carry-on and what needs to stay with me, and what I need to leave behind and donate to the Accademia's costume closet. Ben has agreed to let me put two of my bottles in his checked baggage and I will put too in mine. I'm just afraid that my extremely effective way of packing will be foiled the minute TSA opens my bag to check it and they don't put anything back properly and everything breaks by time it gets home. AND since I've never checked baggage before, I've also ridden through life losing-my-luggage-horror-story-free. But I suppose everyone should have one of those stories, so I'm going to check my baggage, reluctantly.


Soon I will write about our amazing Commedia dell'arte show from last night. Until then, I need to keep packing and we gotta catch our train to Firenze so we can check into our hostel!


See you soon, America!
But first, PARIS!