The 8 hour bus ride
Dec 7
Around 6:15ish Marilena and I emptied the contents of a wine bottle into a water bottle (glass bottles are just waaay too heavy to walk and drink out of) and made our way down to Piazza Savonorola. The bus was due to pick us up at 7 and since soo many kids from SUF were signed up to go they made a special stop at Syracuse for us. It was a big drunken fiesta in the piazza before the bus came. EVERYONE had drinks! Some girls even found a place that sold juice boxes of wine!!
The program that was taking us on this trip was called “Bus2Alps” and the dude that ran the whole thing was an Australian named Simon. He was cool but you could tell that the whole thing was totally disorganized. First of all, he didn’t have a final head count and two people (he was one of them) didn’t end up having a seat. One kid had to sit in the aisle and Simon stood the whole time until we go to the half-way point and met up with the other bus.
Santa Clara took up the back half of the bus. I think that all of the other people on it hated us. It might have been from our screaming sing along with music blasting out of iPod speakers. It might have been one of us getting up to go to the bathroom every two minutes (the liquid starting kicking in all at once). It might have been from us talking waaay too loud or taking a million pictures… who knows.
The girls sitting in front of Marilena and I sucked and put their seats back as far as they could go which made our seats about half the size of how they should normally be. Ugh.
The ride was looong. It took about 8 hours to get there (we arrived at the hostel at 3 in the morning!). We stopped once at an Italian-style truck stop for some food then drove on. At one point everyone seemed like they were dozing off. I could not sleep for the life of me. I even took one of Dan’s mystery pills but it didn’t help me fall asleep. I felt totally relaxed and wide-awake. AHHH. It was so annoying. When we finally got to the mountains everyone was back awake with me.
The snowy Alps out the window were incredible. Even though it was pitch black outside, the moon reflecting off the snow made them glow a little bit. I was content with being awake to watch them go by. Only the last 45ish minutes of the drive had twisty roads, so that was nice. Other than the girl that got sick from drinking too much no one barfed. Haha, ew. Gross. Thank god.
When we finally got to the hostel and unloaded all of our stuff, we checked in and headed to our rooms. I ended up in an 8-person room with Marilena, Laura, Natalie, Rachel, Navid, Dan, and Chris. It worked out perfectly. Our room had 4 bunk beds; it was the biggest slumber party I’ve ever been to.
After about 10 minutes of chatting we realized that we were all totally exhausted and the room (other than a few snore-ers) was totally quiet until the next morning.
Around 6:15ish Marilena and I emptied the contents of a wine bottle into a water bottle (glass bottles are just waaay too heavy to walk and drink out of) and made our way down to Piazza Savonorola. The bus was due to pick us up at 7 and since soo many kids from SUF were signed up to go they made a special stop at Syracuse for us. It was a big drunken fiesta in the piazza before the bus came. EVERYONE had drinks! Some girls even found a place that sold juice boxes of wine!!
The program that was taking us on this trip was called “Bus2Alps” and the dude that ran the whole thing was an Australian named Simon. He was cool but you could tell that the whole thing was totally disorganized. First of all, he didn’t have a final head count and two people (he was one of them) didn’t end up having a seat. One kid had to sit in the aisle and Simon stood the whole time until we go to the half-way point and met up with the other bus.
Santa Clara took up the back half of the bus. I think that all of the other people on it hated us. It might have been from our screaming sing along with music blasting out of iPod speakers. It might have been one of us getting up to go to the bathroom every two minutes (the liquid starting kicking in all at once). It might have been from us talking waaay too loud or taking a million pictures… who knows.
The girls sitting in front of Marilena and I sucked and put their seats back as far as they could go which made our seats about half the size of how they should normally be. Ugh.
The ride was looong. It took about 8 hours to get there (we arrived at the hostel at 3 in the morning!). We stopped once at an Italian-style truck stop for some food then drove on. At one point everyone seemed like they were dozing off. I could not sleep for the life of me. I even took one of Dan’s mystery pills but it didn’t help me fall asleep. I felt totally relaxed and wide-awake. AHHH. It was so annoying. When we finally got to the mountains everyone was back awake with me.
The snowy Alps out the window were incredible. Even though it was pitch black outside, the moon reflecting off the snow made them glow a little bit. I was content with being awake to watch them go by. Only the last 45ish minutes of the drive had twisty roads, so that was nice. Other than the girl that got sick from drinking too much no one barfed. Haha, ew. Gross. Thank god.
When we finally got to the hostel and unloaded all of our stuff, we checked in and headed to our rooms. I ended up in an 8-person room with Marilena, Laura, Natalie, Rachel, Navid, Dan, and Chris. It worked out perfectly. Our room had 4 bunk beds; it was the biggest slumber party I’ve ever been to.
After about 10 minutes of chatting we realized that we were all totally exhausted and the room (other than a few snore-ers) was totally quiet until the next morning.
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