Two Thursdays ago, I left my house with my overflowing, tiny, pink backpack, only one pair of jeans, one pair of boots and a whole lot of nerves. I would come to regret my decision of a sole pair of boots and jeans, but more will come on that later. At that moment, all I could think about was whether our plan was actually possible.
Our plan was ambitious at best, impossible at worst. Five countries and eight cities in twelve days isn’t an easy feat by any means, but we were determined to try. We bought airplane tickets to Amsterdam, where we would travel by train from Amsterdam to Brugge to Brussels to Paris to Rome (and Vatican City) to our final destination in Venice, where we would fly back to Oviedo in the end.
Somehow, against all odds, we did make it from start to end, but with many bumps along the way. Our first premonition that this trip would not be a clear-sailing trip came the moment after we landed, when my friend Emily’s backpack was nowhere in sight. Panic grew when we realized that her backpack not only contained her personal train tickets, but also our joint reservation to travel from Luxembourg to Paris. Without that reservation ticket, we would not be able to leave the Benelux section (Belgium, Netherlands, Luxembourg). With nervous anticipation, we waited at the information desk as to the whereabouts of her bag. Luckily, they tracked the bag to Madrid, and it would be arrive the next day. However, this was only the beginning to the roller coaster adventure that is known as our spring break.
Keep checking back to hear all the ups and downs of what will go down in history as the infamous Semana Santa of Dana, Rachel and Emily (insert some dramatic music).