Hauling All My Stuff is a Nightmare 2.0

So my last day in Rome was supposed to be relaxing; cleaning and packing and then visiting my favorite piazza one last time before journaling a bit and hitting the hay.  In my attempt to leave our apartment as nice as we found it, I was doing some dishes.  One of our glasses was cracked, but we had been using it and it ahd been holding up fine, that was until I decided to wash it.  Then it broke in my hand and cut me just below my pinky.  It was kind of deep, but I got pressure on it right away so it didn't really bleed, but all i've got along with me is a little Johnson&Johnson first aid kit that didn't have any athletic tape in it and I needed some to keep the pressure going.  Flash foreward to me and Sienna running around our building looking asking the guys if they had any and just my luck, the only guy that had a first aid kit in their apartment left for the Czech Republic an hour earlier.  Great.  So Sienna ran down to the pharmacy about a block away and got me some tape so I could bind my hand up good.  It's fine now, but trying to pack and transport all my suitcases to the airtport with a bum hand was not my idea of a good time. 

Sienna and I did make it down to Piazza Navona one last time.  I love all the art vendors down there!  I picked up a couple pieces to bring home.  On our way back to the bus we saw a priest rollerblading down Via del Corso, in his full habit.  No joke.  It was hilarious.  Too bad I wasn't quick enough with my camera. 

The next morning Kayla, Sienna and I left our apartment to get to the airport for our 11am flight.  We had to pack on to the 90 Express to Termini to catch the train to the airport and we got lots of dirty looks from Italians who were making their morning communte, but we couldn't help it!  The train to the airport was supper fast, but we had to wait in line for our boarding passes for FOREVER.  They kept letting people for other flights ahead of us in line and so we ended up having to run through the airport after security to get to our gate.  We got there in plenty of time though and Easy Jet is first come first serve boarding so we pushed our way to the front and got good seats.  We played MASH on the flight to Athens -- y'all will have to see my journal because the result was pretty funny.

We caught a bus from the Athens airport to Syntagma square and there was this lady on the bus who was super pushy and yelling at us because of all our luggage.  Then she started talking to us about how much she hates Athens because of all the immigrants and how she literally picks physical fights with them on the street.  She even showed us all her scars.  There are only so many ways to seem polite in these kind of horribly uncomfortable situations. 

We dropped our big suitcases off at school and repacked for the week and then went off in search of food.  What we found was cute boys.  Lots of cute boys.  Everywhere.  I think I'm going to like it here.  We did eventually find food which was good because we realized that none of us had eaten in 14 hours.  Then we jumped aboard the metro to the port.  It took some navigation because one chunk of it is shut down for repairs.  But we got there and FYI the Athens port is HUGE!!!!  It took us forever to find our dock and it was dark which made it even harder to see where we were going.

We finally found our boat and it was huge! We stopped to take a picture and this really cute Greek boy stopped and honked and smilled at us :) We got on and found our cabin (that we had to share with a little old lady who didn't speak any english) and then explored the deck a bit before heading to sleep.  We ended up getting to Crete and hour and a half later than expected, but hey that's and hour and a half more sleep for me.