I woke up at 8am and had to hurry up to get ready. I straightened my hair. Threw some clothes into my bag and ate breakfast and then made some sandwiches for the journey. I left my room at a little after 10 and it took me until 20 after to walk to the library. The printers were being dumb and I didn't leave the library until 10.30 I got to the MHAC bldg at 10.45 and was walking to the mulittrack studio when Bryan saw me and told me to watch studio one. OK. I was sitting there just chilling when Dave and Danielle arrived. We let the other group have the radio studio until 11.30 so I got a few minutes to discuss things with my group. I left at quarter to twelve to walk to the train station because I didn't want to miss my train. When I got there I went to the bathroom, which was across the tracks and got a little confused and next thing I knew I only have about two minutes to find my train and get on it. Talk about cutting it close!!!! The train ride was ok. There was this guy who kept looking over at me and I was a little creeped out by it. Luckily he was only on for about 20 minutes. I was a little sleepy and fell asleep I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was the sign for the Peterborough Train Station, which meant that we were there!!!! Yikes! I grabbed my stuff and got off the train. I had a 45-minute wait, which wasn't too bad. Then onto the next train which would take me to the Stansted Airport. It was really sunny and cloudy outside and the countryside was beautiful (see pictures in album). Before I knew it I was at the Stansted Airport. I figured out where my check in desk was and checked in, exchanged some money and then went through security. There are a number of stores before the gates so I just walked around looking at stuff. I had gotten to the airport about 2 hours before my flight was supposed to leave, but it went really fast. I walked to my gate at 5.15 and waited in line to board the plane. There was this Italian guy standing right behind me in line and I got a bad feeling about him. After getting on the plane and choosing a window seat, he sat in the same row as me. I knew this would happen. But luckily he had left a seat between us. I tried really hard to ignore him and just kept staring out the window. I was writing in my journal and he called it a diary. I said its not a diary, ugh talking to him was a bug mistake. He took this as encouragement and moved over. His English wasn't very good so it was hard to talk to him, and then he asked if I was American and I asked him if he could tell because of the accent. He said no it was because he had seen my passport. I think the US is the only country with blue passports, and I might have flipped it over also I can't remember. I couldn't understand him and had to repeat myself a lot because he forgot within a span of 2 minutes. He told me that he did not like Italians and when I asked him if Rome was fun he said Venice was better. He was fun to talk to and starting to creep me out. I fell asleep at some point and slept most of the way. I was so grateful. When we arrived at Rome Ciampino (pronounced champino) he just got off the plane and didn't wait for me. I was not upset about this. I got off the plane and found my luggage right away at the baggage claim and was a little worried about finding the Terravision Bus, which I had bought a ticket for on the plane. Luckily the guy working at a desk by the baggage claim spoke good English and explained to me where to go. The bus ride was about 40 minutes into Rome. The guy who sat next to me seemed like he was American, but I didn't know. About 5 minutes before we got dropped off when we were driving on these really narrow streets and cars were all over the place he made the comment "I could never drive in Europe" I agreed because they are kind of crazy drivers. I knew after he spoke that he was American and found out that he was from Michigan and had just been visiting a friend who was studying in Germany and he decided to stop in Rome on the way home. I got off the bus and didn't know what to do. I had no idea where I was meeting Dani. I had texted her on the bus so she knew that I was in town. After waiting for about 10 minutes I sent her another text. We sent texts back and forth but to no success. Finally I called her and found her. He had been separated by about two blocks so who knows when we would have found each other. We took the MA 1 bus to this one street and then had to walk a few blocks to her apartment. I got to see a little of the city along the way including Hard Rock Café Rome. We got to her place around 11pm and had a short amount of time to get ready to go out because her roommates wanted to leave. We went to this club with a DJ from New York or something. It was a fun night. We got home really late and I was so tired from all of the traveling and such of the day.