Sunday, November 3, 2013

All Good Things Must End

Saturday was our final day in Italy L In the morning, I decided that I wanted to go shopping at the Leather Market. I have not been shopping and buying souvenirs in Belgium, Scotland, Wales, or England, so I decided to treat myself (and get a little holiday shopping in). To start the day, I went to a cafĂ© to get coffee. I accidentally got milk but was able to correct it and got my coffee. Like dinner the night before, it was essentially a shot of really strong coffee. They also gave me a whole packet of sugar and a little spoon so I figured I was supposed to add the sugar, mix it, and drink it. The first half was not good, but the second half was like hot coffee syrup so it was better. Caffeinated and ready to go, I set off towards the market. 

I had previously wandered through the market on Tuesday, so I had an idea of what I wanted. I compared prices and found a purse that I really liked and bargained it down to about half of the original offer. It is a light tan medium-small leather purse and I love it! I continued shopping and bought a few gifts (cannot reveal on the blog…sorry), and bought a scarf I really wanted. And then I saw it, the perfect bag that I had been looking for. Big enough to hold a notebook, two compartments, zippers, adjustable straps, buckles, brown leather, you get the idea, my dream bag. I talked to the guy who worked there and was not going to pay the original price, but then he offered a student discount. It was still too expensive and I almost walked away but then he gave me a lower offer, I pondered for a while, he gave a lower offer, more thinking, then he showed me how a lighter would not burn it, it will not get scratched, etc. It was still too expensive but he made a final offer and I decided to buy it. It is amazing and perfect and probably my one splurge in Europe but I am so excited to use this purse. Okay, end of my shopping obsession. So, I left the market quite happy with what I had found and went back to the hostel. On my way, I ran into another group of Grinnellians! It was ridiculous!


When I got to the hostel I had to figure out how to put everything I bought into the one pouch in my backpack. Ryanair has very small luggage restrictions so I tried as best I could to put everything in. My bag was not under the size restriction, but I was hoping they would not check my bag size. On the way to Italy they had not checked, but I know people who flew Ryanair and their luggage was checked. As Eleanor and I walked to the train station, we planned ways I could make my bag smaller. I could wear my skirt over my jeans, put a sweater over my shirt, wear my towel on my head or wrap it around my body under my jacket, etc. The ideas became more and more ridiculous but we just hoped they wouldn't check. At the train station, we all got sandwiches and then had an hour and forty minute train to Milan. It was fast, going 300 km/h (186mph) and we got to the train station on time. Then, we walked to the bus station and took an hour bus ride to Bergamo airport. We got to queue to get our visas checked, queue to go through security, queue to get passports checked, and queue to get on a bus that took us to the plane. Essentially, it is a horribly inefficient and obnoxious process. Then we queued to get on the plane and finally got to sit down, only to be told to move by the flight attendant (who had been watching us for 5 minutes) so we got a seat without a window. We had been sitting down for just enough time to get situated so it was really annoying to move. Our plane took off half an hour late and we had a rather bumpy flight (you would not have liked it, mom). There were also loads of kids so it was a loud flight L Luckily, I had Sweeny Todd loaded on my tablet so Eleanor and I watched that. Once we landed at London-Stansted we got to queue to get off the plane, walk to immigration, queue to go through immigration, go through immigration, walk to the bus, queue to get on the bus, wait for the bus to leave, hour bus ride to London- Liverpool Street, and then 10 minute tube ride to Farringdon station and a 10 minute walk home. Needless to say, it was sooo much traveling and we were so glad to be home.