So, This Is It, Yeah?

Alrighty, so the journey has begun!

I left from Porte Maillot (after several bus line changes, as busses to the Beauvais airport were getting full) on time and fell asleep as I listened to my random collection of music. Upon arrival, I witnessed what seemed like a mass exodus; though in reality, the airport was just really small and multiple flights would be leaving within the next two hours. Alongside French folk, people from all over the EU, as well as clearly heard Americans, I slowly made my way to the check-in point, before finding out that I had to wait in an even longer line to get my boarding passed checked.

About an hour and a baguette later, I noticed that my flight was coming up... although, it was supposed to leave in 5 minutes and I wasn't on the plane. Apparently, everyone outbound to Pisa wasn't on the plane, either. With planes to other destinations leaving about 5 to 10 minutes apart, it was a huge guessing game as to which gate the one I needed to go through was the right one. With this said, the Pisa line en masse played a giant game of pseudo-musical doors. Eventually, we got on the plane but left about 20 minutes (if not more) later than anticipated.

A J2O, a Mars Muffin, and an hour of Italian podcasts later (total flight about 1h25), I arrived in Pisa unsurprisingly late. Under other circumstances, that would've been fine, but the owner of the villa I'm staying at for the night was supposed to pick me up. With no one holding up my name or seeming to look for an American new to Italy, I took a taxi (really nice interior, btw) straight to the villa. The owner, who had just missed me at the airport, followed us to the villa and was ready to welcome me in.

So with all of this said, I'm now in Italy, safe and sound, and unexpectedly in my own room, with basically my own bathroom (I booked to stay in a dorm, but no one else is in this room). The view, from what I can see through the darkness, looks great, and I can't wait to take a walk through Pisa in the morning. Afterwards, I'm heading to Florence.

N.B./ Italian keyboards are very difficult to use! And so, I apologise ahead of time if my accent marks are off, or if I spell something incorrectly... I have also found that my English has been more off than usual. Hopefully I can master this keyboard, hold onto my English, and learn some Italian, by the end of this voyage.