General Eurotrip Musings Vol. 1

Well, well, well...is it perhaps a dark omen when your airline cancels your tickets and then doesn't tell you that the plane that you are counting on to get you back from Rome to your warm, safe home no longer exists? Because we are surely not pessimists, we'll say 'no', however, I can't help but let out a small whine of injustice because those same swindlers over at studentuniverse.com charged be 300 big ones to change my flight a week later. And, what do they do?... They up and cancel our flight. I would like my $300 back, please...or perhaps you could upgrade me?

Voilà business class. I'll (McKenzie here) will be hob-nobbing and rubbing shoulders with the business folk on British Airlines. I can ask questions like, 'Oh, are you going to Madrid for business or pleasure?' And I can pronounce 'pleasure' like 'plesh-uh' the way I assume all smarmy British folk do on their way back to Mother Europe. Yeah, so anyways, I was upgraded to business class on my flight to Alicante. So, all in all, some harm, some foul, but definitely a silver lining.

I am glad to share that Olivia and I both have been slowly filling our backpacks with the essentials: very utilitarian hiking boots (mine look like I'm ready to chainsaw sum'un, whereas, naturally, Liv's are more fashionable...pssh, story of our lives. Liv, there is only one thing I envy you more for...and you know exactly what it (they) are). I digress. In addition to some snazzy 'boots made for walkin'', we also have ourselves some 'rainproof jackets made for long hours in the drizzle'. So, we're off to a good start if we're trying to look like a traveling duo of teenage boys.