1.Granada to Milan
2.Milan for one night in a Hostel with Grayson, Molly, and Leah (Stina's flight went to London)
3. Milan to Athens
4. Athens to Santorini by overnight Ferry
5. SANTORINI for 4 days
6. Leah, Molly, and I Santorini to Athens by overnight Ferry
7. Athens to Paris
8. 30-ish hours in Paris with Molly and Leah
9. Paris to Barcelona- Barcelona to Granada
Spring Break abroad- Semana Santa
April 1-April 13, 200
Okay, so today is Monday, April 120, and I am finally getting around to writing my blog from semana santa in Spain. I wrote notes throughout the trip to help me remember everything, so hopefully I don’t leave a whole lot out. Brace yourself, this is a novel. You may want to read it in segments over the course of a week.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Our trip started earlier than most people’s because we opted to get cheaper tickets for a Wednesday flight out of Granada even though it was during Midterm’s week. Luckily I didn’t have to reschedule any of my classes, but some of the other girls (I went with Stina, Molly, Grayson, and Leah) did. Our flight left around 1:30 Wednesday afternoon so we hopped the noon bus to the airport. Grayson, Leah, Molly and I were all flying from Granada to Milan, staying in Milan for one night, and then leaving for Athens the next morning. Stina booked a separate flight and she slept in the London Airport overnight (not my idea of fun, especially since on the leg home of our trip, I would be “sleeping” in the Barcelona airport overnight, alone).
hostel in MilanWhen we arrived to the Granada Airport, we were of course flying with RyanAir, the devil of airlines, and we had immediate problems (as expected). My suitcase weighed 18 km, and it was apparently only allowed to weigh 15. I asked how much the cost would be for extra weight and the lady straight-faced answered me “15 EURO per kilogram”. I think I choked I was in such shock. She wanted me to pay 45 Euro (about 60 dollars) for what ended up being me just removing 2 of my books and my shampoo and conditioner. I could not believe it. Luckily I had room in my carryon backpack (which had a 10 km limit) for the things that didn’t fit, and Grayson had some extra room too (she is always saving us with her perfect size, light, duffel bag-she is much smarter than the rest of us when it comes to travel gear).
Molly borrowed a small suitcase from her Spanish boyfriend, Joshua, and since she was trying to carry it on, she went well over the 10 km limit, and was forced to check her bag. This would not be the last of Molly’s terrible luck with RyanAir (as I’m sure anyone who follows Molly’s life through this blog would know, her bad luck never ends. We think she may have been born on Friday the 13th, since her birthday is April 13th. It is HIGHLY likely.)
Leah, I love you.We arrived safely in Milan where we had to take a bus into the city. We had some food there (it was happy hour, which we assumed referred to drinks, but it was actually a lot of little appetizer foods at the restaurant) and then took another bus to the other airport in Milan. Our hostel then picked us up from this airport (after much struggle between Grayson and I learning how to use a payphone) and took us to wher we would stay the night. The man was SO nice and spoke really good English, but with a pretty hilarious Italian accent. We had picked up a few beers in the city earlier, so we drank some beer and then a restaurant (with a taxi service…weird..) came and picked us up at the hostel and brought us to their restaurant. We ate pizza and ordered some Wine and then returned back to our hostel via the taxi service. The Hostel in Milan was fun and we went to bed at a pretty decent hour since we had to get up, pack, eat, and be driven to the airport at 10 the next morning.
Molly with her broken suitcase that she then had to carry for 8 days more of travel.We realized on the way to Milan that Leah and I had booked different flights from Grayson and Molly, so we parted at the airport to be reunited in Athens. Leah and I had about a 3 or 4 hour wait in the Milan airport and when we finally got on the plane, we had to wait another 45 to take off.
Apparently there are TONS of strikes, all the time, in Athens, and this just happened to be one of those days as well. This strike was over something with Women’s Pension’s being taken away, I think.
We flew with Aegean airlines, since thankfully RyanAir doesn’t fly to Athens, and it was like a gift from god. There was customer service, the people weren’t rude to us, my bag weighed more than it should have and they didn’t even flinch, etc. We were greeted with candies on the plane and were served a full, delicious meal. I felt like I was being treated like a queen, when in reality, this is how any other airline in the United States basically is. Leah and I each had our own row of seats and slept most of the flight to Athens.
ferry ride from hellWe magically met up with Grayson and Molly who had magically met up with Stina in the Athens airport and then went on our way to catch the midnight ferry to Santorini. We went and ate at a DELICIOUS hole-in-the-wall restaurant with typical Greek food before the ferry, near the port. I got what was called a “bread pie” and some other things..and bread pie is apparently just a pita (sort of a letdown since I thought I was being super adventurous, but also sort of a relief) and it came with delicious chicken and sauce and vegetables. YUM.
After this meal is when the real curse of the gypsy upon Molly set in. She had a loaner as a suitcase, as I previously mentioned, and she was used to having her own “briefcase” as we liked to call it, since it was so ridiculously big. She tried to tell us it was a laptop holder, but deep in my heart I know that it was a desktop holder. She was used to jumping this suitcase and ramping it over things, and it would always do great. We liked to say her suitcase did track, because it was so good at these athletic feats. So as we were approaching a curb about a foot and a half high, Molly, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, asks me if she should ramp her suitcase. I give her an obvious “duh, absolutely” in response (thinking she still had her trusty ol’ desktop carrier), and then it happened. She ran full speed at this curb only to find herself on the other side of it just holding 2/3 of the handle. I don’t know if I have ever seen something so funny. We were all laughing real hard until we realized that it was legitimately broken. We then, soon after realized, that Molly no longer had a rolly-suitcase and would then have to carry her 13km (as RyanAir told us) suitcase for the rest of the trip.
our ferry pulling awayThis was very unfortunate because we then got lost looking for our Ferry’s port. We ended up walking close to 2 or 3 miles (when we could have gotten on a free bus) before we found it. And yes, Molly carried her suitcase the entire time.
The theme of the trip became “be a team player” ( I made this up), and it was basically a way of saying if someone wants to do something/anything, we better support them fully. I was a team player for Molly during this hard time and stayed back and walked at a snail’s pace with her to show my support.
Once we were on the ferry, we thought everything would be fine and that we would get to sleep on the 12am-6am ferry ride to the island. We were wrong. We all found chairs (sort of by each other) in the sleeping room of the ferry. The chairs reclined pretty far, there was a movie on but not loud at all, and EVERYONE WAS SLEEPING/ trying to. Before the ferry even leaves the port, a baby starts crying. The baby is sitting directly behind Grayson and I. About 20 minutes prior to this, I saw this baby up walking around and loving life, so when the lady (his mother) tried to tell us he was an “infant” and that was why he was crying, I was pretty taken aback. This “infant “was about 2 years old and was basically talking.
Any normal human being would have removed their child from the room full of at least 100 sleeping people when it began WHALING, but no, not this lady, she persevered. She began singing at a level ABOVE the level of the crying, so she was basically giving everyone in the room a live concert of her singing “skills”. Grayson and I were almost in tears we were laughing so hard, but also almost in tears because we were so tired and just wanted to sleep. I eventually moved a couple rows away from the screaming “infant”, but Grayson remained. This was a bad choice on her part, because she awoke in the middle of the night to an armrest smacking her in the forehead. We are convinced it was the infant child and Grayson is convinced she had a minor concussion from it.
At one point in the night, the other “infant” in the room got in a screaming/whaling/crying/tantrum fight with the other “infant”. This was the worst thing I think I have ever experienced. Not one, but two babies making noises that I didn’t think a grown human could make, and me, trying to sleep (in an upright chair) at 4 in the morning. I wanted to cry myself, but I didn’t think the infant excuse would really work for me.
hostel van's blown tire! great!Friday, April 3, 2009
We finally arrive in Santorini after the baby-crying filled ferry adventure and get off the ferry. It is still dark outside, but we spotted our hostel’s van and hopped on in. About 3 to5 minutes into our drive, the van feels like it is going to explode and starts to sort of shake. It slowly pulls over and stops on the cliff side of the mountain we were driving up and everyone inside (3 Chillian boys and about 5 other American girls) just kind of stares at each other. The main driving calls someone and speaks in Greek and then just hands me the phone. I had no idea what was going on, and I thought I was going to have to translate Greek. Luckily the man on the phone tells me that the van has broken down (“luckily”) and that a new one will be coming to get us. So we wait in the van, and as the next pulls up about 15 minutes later, Molly goes to open the door to put her suitcase inside when it DRIVES OFF WITH OUR DRIVER INSIDE OF IT.
We were stranded on the island of santorni and watched our ferry pull away. The best part about it was that as we were in the van going up the side of the mountain, we were commenting on how “surprisingly smooth” our trip and travel had been going so far (compared to Ireland, mainly) and as if it was too good to be true, the tire blew out. Perfect.
After about 20 more minutes of waiting, a van finally pulls up and takes us all to the hostel. We never received an explanation for what happened…
tacoIt was about 830 AM when we finally got to the hostel so we decided to go nap until about 11 when the sun would be out. We walked to the grocery store (which ended up being about 2 miles away) and got a lot of food to make for meals during the days at our hostel. We didn’t anticipate the heaviness of our bags on the 2 mile walk home…and my arms were sore for the next week.
The beach was a black sand beach and really pretty. It is completely undeveloped and un-commercialized so you can see for forever and there are no buildings blocking your view.
Stray dogs were also really common in Greece, and they all befriended us. The first day a little black dog that Molly named Taco became our friend but he was a little scraggly. Stina and Leah were not big fans.
We laid out on the beach all day and then got ready for the night. We played some cards at out hostel on our little porch and met up with the Chilean boys from our van ride. We went to a club in Fira (the capital of Santorini) and it was a good time. That night when we got home, Molly and Grayson found Taco, “our” dog in the lobby of the hostel, thought he looked clean, and took him into our ROOM. They then put him in the bed that Molly and Stina shared…I would have killed them. This little charade bit them in the ass though, because the next couple nights Taco was whining and clawing at the door. Grayson and I were in the back room so we thankfully couldn’t hear it. But now that I remember correctly, Molly didn’t wake up to it either, only Leah and Stina did. So, they got doubly screwed by the dog situation they were so against in the first place (first day on the beach) and I don’t think Molly ever learned her lesson…
roomie first night in Santorini!
boys from our hostel
friends
all five of us!Saturday, April 4, 2009
Saturday was another really pretty and sunny day in Santorini. We went and laid out for most of the day. The dogs once again joined us on the beach, and this time it wasn’t taco, but one of Taco’s friends.
We later discovered a sailboat tour that was advertised in our hostel and went to go sign up for it when we stumbled upon this awesome little outdoor bar. It was about 4 in the afternoon and “ladies night” was advertised along with some homemade on the spot pastries. The man who owned it started ladies “night” at 4 for us and made us incredibly delicious apple pies and other types of pies (all with icecream and hot!).
the next afternoon for an apple pie snack and a drink
right next to our hostel, 30 meters to be exact.
our second dog friend
4wheeler!At 9pm that night we decided to make what I consider to be one of the best decisions of my life: rent 4wheelers. It was only 15 euro for 24 hours (deal of the century). We each went to get our own (but unfortunately Stina’s license was expired since she turned 21 abroad, and they wouldn’t let her have her own, sad) and were given a map for the next day’s adventures. We took the 4wheelers for a spin that night and then headed to bed to get our sleep for the next day with our vehicles.
roomie and me in actionSunday, April 5, 2009
We woke up and it was really cloudy out and it was sort of sprinkling, but we knew we had to persevere and go on our adventure of the island on our ATV’s. I decided to wear shorts, as if to challenge the weather, and, well, I lost. It was cold all day, but luckily it didn’t rain much. It was insanely fun riding around the island at full speed (they said it would only go to 45 km/h, but at one point I was flying at 56 km/h (which is about 35 mph) because I am, simply put, a rebel).
our favorite 24 hour bakery
church at the red sand beachWe cruised around the whole island and were right on the edge of the cliff that the island formed with the water. We visited a red sand beach (and hiked it in our flipflops) and also went to a light house. Both were incredible views and coming up to them on our 4wheelers was even better. At one point, we decided we wanted to go to the highest point on the island (at the suggestion of the 4wheeler company). Little did we know that we would be riding through a cloud, for about…30 minutes. It would have been longer had we not thought we were going to die. We were winding up curvy roads and we couldn’t see anything but white in front of us. I couldn’t see more than 15 feet infront of me. It was crazy. We would look over the sides of the road (which was the valleys and pretty landscape really far below) and we couldn’t see anything but white, still. Sometimes one cloud would finally pass by us, but then we would be right back in another.
at the red sand beach. molly, leah, stina, grayson, me
island chain of santorini seen on our 4wheeler adventure
lighthouse!We decided we would ride until it started raining on us within the cloud…but even when it rained, we pretended we couldn’t feel it because it was so awesome. We finally pulled off and decided to go off-roading to find a beautiful place to eat our hostel-packed lunches we had made and we stumbled upon..a power plant. So since that was the biggest fail ever, we went back down the mountain, out of the cloud, and found a partially built building to sit on and look out over santorini.
After lunch we decided to go to Fira, the capital, on our vehicles. It started pouring down rain once we were inside, so we were trapped. We ordered some wine and some greek food (stuffed wine leaves!) and waited out the storm. Finally we got a semi-opportunity to leave, so we took it. We went home faster than we had driven the whole time since we were about 25 minutes away and it was still raining, kind of, and super cold. My idea for wearing shorts was once again proven idiotic.
sweet view
edge of the world
a demonstrative picture of the cloud we were in
an even better one. 4wheeling up this was safe.
view from where we stopped to eat lunch
Leah and I before last dinner. (note our radio/ipods for the ride on our ATV's)That night we had to return the 4wheelers at 11, so we decided to go out to eat and the return them after. Well, dinner went way longer than anticipated (we ordered 4 appetizers, one of them being a main dish of a pizza) and then also entrees on top of that. Since it was our only meal out to eat at a nice place in Santorini, we decided we needed to try all types of Greek cuisine. At about 10:40 when we realized we didn’t have our food yet and needed to have our ATV’s returned, we decided to go return them. Molly, Leah, Grayson, and I got up, put on our helmets, and ran out of the restaurant (leaving Stina sitting alone). When we later though about seeing this scene unfold from a different patron in the restaurant’s point of view, we decided we looked like gang members on a mission (like we were on call) so important that we had to leave IMMEDIATELY and leave our friend behind. Sort of like Charlie’s Angel’s…Yes this is a little bit far-fetched, but we laughed about it for a while. The owner was so worried that we were leaving because we were dissatisfied, but Stina let him know KIND OF what was going on.
dysfunctional.
my favorite picture from the trip. (Grayson's helmet is on backwards, she didn't know, this provided about a half hour of fun)MONDAY, April 6, 2009
Monday was also a rainy-ish day, but it turned nice in the end. Our Sailboat tour to a Volcano, “Hot” Springs, and various parts of Santorini was this day. We were driven by the sailboat company to Fira where the port was and they made us arrive about an hour early and we had no idea why. Upon walking about 20 steps down some stairs, we realized we had about a 30 minute walk ahead of us to get to the ocean from the top of the island via zigzagging staris. Once again, we were in flipflops, not exactly the best walking wear. The boat took us first to the volcano that is active in some parts and inactive in others. It was POURING down rain, and she kept asking if we wanted to stop and turn around because of the rain, but we persevered (it was a group of about 20).
leaving on our sailboat tour
if you click this and make it big, you can see the 200+ stairs we had to walk down..and later walk back up on a different part of the island.
POURING while climbing the semi-active volcano that is part of the chain of Santorini. You can also see the top of the umbrella that were were "given"At one point it was raining so hard that the tour guide demanded that this Asian couple give us their umbrella since they both had on rain jackets and hoods. They got punished for being prepared and Molly and I got rewarded for dressing like morons and forgetting an umbrella. Eventually we felt so bad because we saw the girl’s glasses were entirely covered in rain that she couldn’t even see out of them, and we gave them back their umbrella. Once we were at the top of the Volcano, (which looked like how I imagine Mars to look)the rain stopped. We saw an active crater and then walked to an active one. The tour guide dug a small hole and we put our hands over it and it was SUPER hot. It was 90 ish degrees Celsius and she told us you could cook over it, like a stove. CRAZY. It also smelled really funny when we were nearing it and we were told it was Sulfur, which you could actually see blowing around like smoke in the air.
the active part of the volcano..that ball that looks like a cloud is sulfer. It smelled real strong.
it looked like mars. it was awesome.
volcano!After the storm at the Volcano and then the just cloudy non rainy weather, we were deciding if we still wanted to swim in the hot springs. We were thinking we would be dropped off at land and then casually dip into the hot springs like it was a Jacuzzi. Wow, we were wrong, big shocker. The lady came over the intercom and told us that whoever planned on going to the Hot Springs needed to be a good swimmer. We were curious about this, so we continued to listen. The boat would then drop us off about 100 meters from the springs, and usually the water is about 20 degrees Celsius, but with the cold weather, it would be less (this is around 65 or 70 degrees Fahrenheit. The indoor cold pool keeps their competition pool around 80…if this gives you any idea how freezing this is). We would then enter the hot springs which would be about 25 or so degrees Celsius…so these “hot” springs were about as “hot” as a competitive swimmer’s racing pool. COOL.
We of course decided we had to do it, why not,? I mean, everything about it sounded so enjoyable and fun, right?
the blue is the 60 degree water we had to swim through, the brown are the "hot springs" of about..80 degrees.So we did it. I was the first to jump in (of our friends) and I could hardly breathe upon surfacing. Then the other 4 game and we struggled our way to the brownish colored water hot springs. They were super shallow and bubbles camefrom the bottom like the water was “boiling”. The mud was supposedly good for your pores, so we rubbed it all over ourselves. When the boat signaled we needed to come back, we all were too scared. Going from cold to hot is one thing, but hot to cold is quite another.
The second we got in the cold, normal, ocean water, I felt like I was being stabbed by a thousand needles. If I couldn’t breathe before, I couldn’t even move now. It was probably the most pain I have ever experienced for that long of a time. I swam as fast as I could, but being so cold, my body hardly functioned. I cannot imagine how the others did it, because after 10ish years of swimming, it was hard for me.
soooo cold.We dried off (sort of) and tried to get feeling back in our bodies before our boat stopped for lunch at a random island of the santorini chain. Only 300 people lived on the island and the guide told us it is basically deserted. We were followed by dogs here, as well, and a cat. At lunch our table (of the 20 the animals could have chosen) was surrounded by a dog and a cat. This led Grayson to explain “I’m not effin Dr. Doolittle”…which is exactly what it felt like.
We left this island and as we were approaching the main island of santorini, the skies became clear and it got sunny and it was HOT outside. We went to the town of Oia which is the stereotypical snapshot of Santorini with white churches with blue roofs and beautiful colored buildings on a cliff overlooking the ocean. We also saw a couple taking their WEDDING PICTURES on the highest point overlooking this beautiful view (it was either a couple or models doing a photo shoot, we aren’t sure, but I would like to think it was a really wealthy Grecian couple getting the prettiest pictures ever).
our sailboat!
living the dream.
pretty view from our boat
Oia, the prettiest part of Santorini, like from "Sisterhood of the traveling pants"
wow.
a bride and groom getting their wedding pictures taken at the top of the cliff of oia. once again, wow.
pool at our hostelAfter our adventures in Oia we returned to our hostel. Leah, Molly, and I left that night on a ferry at 12 am. Stina and Grayson stayed one more night and half day in Santorini while us 3 headed on to Paris.
flight from athens to paris.
we flew over the alps. it was nuts.
arc de triumph in parisTuesday, April 7, 2009
Our ferry was once again super weird, but instead of an infant (“infant”) crying, it was a creepy Greek man creeping. He tried talking to me, but when I say he tried talking to me, I mean he didn’t once use a single word, in any language. He simply mouthed words and pointed and was super awkward. Eventually I just moved to a row a few rows back, in which he then proceeded to stare at me by turning a 180 and just sitting backwards in his chair. It is really hard to sleep when you know someone is watching you, so I buried my head in my sweatshirt and tried my best. The ferry took us to Athens and then we flew to Paris. Leah and I had a flight together, but molly was on her own with her broken suitcase. She arrived about 5 hours before us. Once Leah and I got there, found our hostel (with Molly in it, thank god!), and got settled, we all went to do some sightseeing.
We saw the arc de triumph and then walked to the Eiffel tower. It was better than any picture can ever do it justice. We even got to see it light up. As we walked towards it, we walked over the tunnel that Princess Diana was killed in. weird. Once we were at the Eiffel tower we decided to go up inside of it.
It was awesome. It lit up while we were in it too, wow. It got really cold and Leah started feeling weird, so we decided to go to bed for the night (and struggle with the metro home along the way).
incredible. it lit up right as we were taking pictures.
view from inside the eiffel tower
it was a full moon.
really pretty streets of paris
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
We woke up the next morning at about 9 to go do our sightseeing. We first went to see the Notre Dame Cathedral (not before mistaking a normal cathedral for it though, of course) and it was more incredible than the Eiffel tower, in my opinion. Inside, we were roaming the cathedral when we saw some benches set up and a man praying at a random small “room” of the cathedral, of the many, that are for each saint. Since it was all written in French, it was hard to read, but I could make out on the template (with my Spanish knowledge) that it said crown, thorn, and relic. I got really excited and told Molly and Leah that I thought the crown of the thorns of Jesus was here and they weren’t sure. Suddenly, the man who was praying stands up and tells us in English that it is in fact Jesus’s legitimate crown of thorns and they only bring it out once a year during Holy Week (which it was). It was underneath a sheer curtain and he told us that they only unveil it on good Friday. So, we got to see ( by pure luck) possibly one of the most famous things in the history of the world. Wow.
notre dame cathedral
RELIC- JESUS'S CROWN OF THORNS!After the awesomeness of Notre Dame, we went to wait in line for the Louvre. It was about an hour’s wait, but definitely worth it. We saw Venus de Milo, Mona Lisa, and other famous works of art. Unfortunately we only had about 2 hours inside, and we all decided we could have spent at least a week there (there were many floors and areas we didn’t even get to see. Sad.). The Mona Lisa was weird to see, especially since there was a crowd of about 200 people trying to get pictures of it the whole time. The area was roped off about 10 feet away from her and she was in a glass case. It was bizarre.
After the Louvre we went to eat a French meal in the Opera District and then we had to leave on a bus to take us to the airport. We all 3 flew to Barcelona together and arrived at about 12 am, Thursday April 9,2009
LOUVRE
LOUVRE
from inside.
venus de milo
my boyfriend
Nike Winged Victory, i think.
famous painting by Leonarda di Vinci, The Virgin of the Rocks
...and the Mona Lisa.
El Greco
Basillica 50 meters from our hostelLeah and Molly went on their way to Barcelona, but since I had already been there to visit Katie, I decided to save money and head on home at this point in the trip. My flight to Granada from Barcelona wasn’t until 6 am, so I had to sleep in the airport.
I didn’t sleep. Not even for a minute. There was a group of Spanish boys that were convinced I was their girlfriend and then an older lady decided she wanted to be my very best friend. She had me watch her luggage while she went on smoke breaks (about every 30 minutes) and then she would give me “rewards” like bananas, strawberries, and even some delicious coffee. When I told her I wanted to sleep, she said “yes, let’s” and came to sit by me in the chairs I was planning on laying fully across. So I stayed awake and talked to her in Spanish for about 3 hours. I was exhausted.
NOT THE KKK...but looks like it. The religious prosessionals of Semana Santa in Granada. Nuts.
one of the prosessionals..virgin maryI got on my flight at 6:30 and arrived in Granada around 8. Since our residencia kicked us out of our residencia for semana santa, we were put up in a hostel by our program. I walked into the hostel, dropped off my things, changed into my swimsuit, and caught a bus to a beach called Almunecar with some girls (Grayson and Stina included). I spent all day Thursday at the beach and it was super hot and reall y nice weather.
The rest of break I spent watching the religious processionals of Holy Week. Some of the “costumes” looked like the Ku Klux Klan’s and it was really bizarre to see. It kind of made me uncomftorable, actually, that that sort of thing is still going on. The other religious sects had purple outfits or black or red, and I think it may be high time that the white outfit gets replaced.
JCWe got to see a procession that only comes out every 100 years, and only comes to Granada every 10,000. I don’t know why it was so important, but we waited FOREVER to see it. I finally decided that I PERSONALLY hadn’t waited 100 years to see it, so I left after about the 5th “float” of Jesus’ life (there were 22, we found out, and upon finding this out (after 5 took an hour) I decided to leave).
Spring Break was a blast and Greece is probably my favorite place on earth.
Anyone who EVER has the chance to go, needs to.
Sorry this blog is SO long and took so long to write.
Leah and I were cooped up in the rain for a couple of days so we have made a chain link countdown of days until Kansas. I am once again so excited and so sad. I love Europe and I can’t believe I have to leave in about a month.
view from our hostel of Gran Via, one of the main streets in Granada.
and a random picture i just found from homecoming 2008 that makes me so excited for football season and miss my friends a lot
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