Oh Good Lord.
I’ve been back for a while now, and you think that I would be used to the whole time thing by now. But no, of course not. I am unbelievably tired from the jetlag, and I keep looking at the clock to work out what time it is in Italy…Not even Law & Order can keep me conscious. I give.
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No More Croissants, Kthnxbai.
i am really sick of them. they are now one of my least favourite breakfast foods, excluding haggis. i’m in the van airport… on the way… e
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This Is It, Folks.
last post of the night. whee. see you tomorrow. here’s the trevi fountain to console yourself.
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On Craque Pour Mack.
that’s what my toffee says. here’s another picture. i took it at the vatican, and it’s pretty badass. amazingly, that was the one time the clouds didn’t actually start pouring down rain on us this entire trip.
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Travelodge
hello, i am at the travelodge now. it is seven in the morning my-brain-time. i have been awake for two days. i made a friend, renee and i met her on the bus to the hotel. her name is jill, but not the bad kind. anyway, here are some pictures (finally!) for you desperately jpg-less people. yayz.
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Amy Updates
hey, so i noticed on the commenty thing that mom was wondering about amy related events. sorry i forgot to update you, but you have no idea how quickly things move on this trip. so after amy gets off the plane with mr. campbell, we continue on to madrid. she stays, gets checked out, the doctors give her meds and say that they think that it was prolly something she ate on the way over. so once she’s feeling a little better, the same day, they fly out on a later plane to meet us. i was her roommate (don’t worry, she never got anything contagious), and she was feeling fine the next day. however, as we head out on the bus to (i think) barcelona, she starts freaking out about how badly she feels. then, when we stopped to have a guided tour of the city, she started hyperventilating (luckily one of the peurto ricans was a respiratory therapist!) and all the muscles in her hands go stiff and she can’t move her fingers. ring any bells? i’ll give you a few spaces to think about what could be wrong and come up with a little diagnosis.
yes, that’s what i thought too, that it sounded a lot like the major panic attack i had that time my left arm went numb. so i said that, and that she was prolly so worried about getting so sick again, that she was suffering more from a psychosomatic illness than anything. i said all this to the teachers and to amy in an effort to calm things down, but she was having such a hard time breathing and not freaking out that we ended up calling an ambulance for her in the middle of our sightseeing. crazy, i know. so we all went on, and when we got to the hotel, amy was there, all drugged up and feeling crappy. after that, the teachers started thinking that maybe it was best if she went home. however, they couldn’t figure out how to do it because amy’s insurance wouldn’t cover mr. campbell bringing her back home (and they couldn’t really let her go alone) for what the barcelona doctors diagnosed as being, tada, psychosomatic. so i think she stayed for another day before they worked out a way that her grandparents from england (not far away at all if you think about it) flew out to take her back to their house in oxford. she couldn’t go back to canada at the time because the rest of her family was off on holiday somewhere tropical. she was really glad to be going home to somewhere familiar, and i certainly don’t blame her, as it sucks to be sick in a foreign country. so that was the last we heard from her, other than she got home safely. hopefully they sorted her out, cos she wouldn’t believe any of us when we tried to tell her that most of the sickness was in her head. ah well, she’s with her fam now, so it’s all good. and that is all i have to report tonight!
e
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The Night Flight From Montreal
hey, so i think we’re coming in for landing soon. yay for vancouver and normal plugs! it’s v. dark out, i keep thinking of that laurie anderson song, dad, the night flight from housten? the one where she’s talking about being able to see the lights of the city and they look like stars. can you tell i’m under the influence of benadryl here? hey, so i finally got my pics set up on this computer so that when i get into van maybe I WILL FINALLY POST SOME! by the way, my camera totally rules, it makes all my shots look really pretty. i have some really nice ones to show you guys, i’m quite excited. goodbyeee…
e
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The Acid-Bunny Scale
my head hurts so badly you wouldn’t believe. it is fourish in the morning italy time, and my head is aching on a whole ‘nother level. so of course i had to establish a pain scale. we here are calling it the acid-bunny scale. 0 is being tickled by baby bunny rabbits [non rabid], and 10 is having to stick your hand in acid to retrieve the key to unlock the explosive collar around your neck like they make you do in saw 3. right now i have come to the conclusion that i am currently at a 8.5 on the acid-bunny scale, and let me tell you it is not fun. especially because i bruised my throat taking some pills the other day, and now i can’t swallow anything large. so i’m forgoing the ibuprofen and other usual methods of headache-alleviation. however, jenny has benadryl melty strips, which, although they don’t particularly work on my symptoms, make you nice and sleepy so i took one of those earlier. this plane is COMPLETELY uncomfortable, though. GACKKKK.
E
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Your Customs Are Foreign To Me
hey people!
i am so close, and yet so far, from you! i’m just into montreal, and i have no idea what time it is or what sort of time zone i should be in right now. but, to the important bit: my customs ordeal. so first off, we are getting off the plane in montreal, and i check with mr. campbell that our baggage is being sent all the way through to vancouver. he says yes, that we won’t see it until then. cool. so we go through arrivals (connections) and show our passports. mavro is right behind me, and i go through first of our group. i walk past the gate, and go stand by the escalator to wait for the group. after a minute, victoria (one of the girls in our group, she’s pretty nice) walks out past arrivals, and we start walking down the escalator, as we are used to doing when are group is going slow. meaning, more clearly, that the teachers don’t mind when we go ahead as long as we meet up at the gate before we board. so we go down, and we look at this big departures screen, trying to figure out which gate we’re at. our flight isn’t listed, which confuses us for a sec, and then i realize that we’re looking at the incoming baggage claim lists. the baggage carousels are empty. then victoria sees the arrows pointing to customs that say ‘this way to connections’, so we follow those. we hand our customs claims sheets to the security guys and go through the doors that say connections. we get to the other side of these doors and the customs guy points us to the counter for people connecting to vancouver. the woman who is standing there looks at me and says ‘did you not have any luggage?’ and i was like, ‘what?’ and she goes on and on about how we have to pick up our luggage, and i’m tired and pissed and we have a minor argument involving whether or not my and victoria’s bags are going straight to vancouver. then i talk to the very very nice customs guy (hereby given the abbreve CG) who looks at our baggage tags and confirms that yes, despite everything we have been told, all is a lie and we WERE supposed to pick up our baggage in montreal. however, he says, now that we’ve passed customs, it’s strictly illegal for us to reenter the baggage claim area. and that he can’t help us until we’ve contacted our group. i start worrying that the rest of the group will show up without being warned about the picking up luggage thing, and there being a big showdown in the customs centre. he says that i should wait in the hall and see if i can spot the rest of the group. this is now a good fifteen minutes since victoria and i passed arrivals. no sign of the group. so i wait and wait and wait, and finally i see through the doors that from very far away, the rest of the group is waving to me, and they come through WITH THEIR LUGGAGE. apparently, by the time all the rest of them got down, the carousels were working and they spotted their luggage, and realized that they needed to pick it up. of course i don’t find this out until later because the teachers have to act like we knew all along that we had to pick it up then, and victoria and i are just morons. grrr. so then the nice CG tells me that i have to take victoria and go call an air canada agent to help us figure out the situation because he can’t help because he doesn’t have the authority. because vic and i can’t go back through, and the others can’t bring our luggage in with them. so he directs us to this bank of phones where we can get a direct line to air canada, and we set off to find it. when we spot the phones, we notice that several people have set up video cameras (like news channel quality) directed at the phones. but we walk past to the phones anyway and no one says anything, so we don’t think about it anymore. i spend a good ten minutes sorting the problem out with the agent on the phone, who directs us down the hall to the private area of the customs office. where we wait. finally they bring us out our bags, only to tell us that they’ve lost one of victoria’s bags. she starts to fill out the claims form, and i go back to the place where the group is waiting and call over the barriers about what’s taking us so long. on the way over, i pass the cameras that were set up. now, in addition to the four video cameras, there are over fifty people standing in a semi circle with professional cameras, and as i walk out through the hall, they all kind of lift their cameras, and then lower them, and i realize that they must be waiting for someone important to come through the way i’ve just been and make some sort of press conference. i skidaddle around them, trying to get out of the way, and i don’t see anything else until after i go to talk over the barriers. THEN, when i’m coming back, there’s a guy out there in the semicircle, reading a statement while cameras go off and all these reporters are surrounding him. i, being the nosy little thing that i am, go over to a nice looking, high powered looking security woman who’s standing in the crowd and ask what’s happening. turns out the guy giving the press conference is the SAME ONE that i had read about in the COVER STORY of the globe and mail on the flight from frankfurt! he’s a canadian who had to spend ten months in an Indian prison due to corruption or something, and he had only managed to gain his freedom that same day, and was returning to canada. well, i was just so excited that not only had i seen a press conference, but it was a major news story that i had been reading about just hours before! and after that, i had to go back to the private customs area, so after i post this i’m going online to see if i can find a pic of him with myself in the background. !!! it was awfully exciting, but that ’s not even the best part. when i got to customs, victoria had finished up, and this other customs guy led us out past the press conference again, and as we’re going, he says something like, ‘well, you girls get to see your first press conference today?’ and i talk a little about how exciting it was to actually see someone who was making the news so close in person, and he goes ‘well, what flight did you just come in on?’ i answer that it was the frankfurt to montreal flight whatever number it was. and he turns to look at me and goes ‘well, you know you were on the same flight as him, right? you were probably sitting right next to him.’ so i had a little freak out i was so excited. eee! so yeah, after that we got our bags put through, they sent victoria’s missing suitcase on to van island, and we got back with our group. funny, the other girls said that mrs. chartrand and mavro were really pissed at us while we were missing, but when we saw them they didn’t say a word. ah well, i got it all sorted out, and the suitcases are on their way. so that was the big drama of the day! other than that things have been hella boring. see ya soon,
e
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Oh Great.
It is pouring rain and thundering in Capri.
I have many a thing to tell you, but I dont have enough euros left to pay for the amount of time it would take to type. You will just have to wait 
For now, I will say ciao!
E
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