getting there

Hi everyone!! :) I mean ciao! I feel like Flick off of A Bugs Life when he leaves the colony to go out and find warriors haha i know my family knows what im saying...anywyas, I had so many people tell me to keep a journal and ask me to write and send them pictures and of course i would love to but lets get real if im writing anyone its gunna be TJ ;) cuz theres not much down time yet, there is always people over or we are out and about touring sooooo i figured i could be real adult-ish and make a blog so everyone can see my pics and know what life here in Italy is like and it would also replace my journal. Killing 2 birds with one stone....perfect :)

The flight: next time i fly for 14 hours i will for dang sure upgrade to 1st class for many reasons!! First of all on my right i had a fat man whos love handles kept spewing out into my seat....not cool bro. Then to my left was an old man who would stop every single flight attendant and ask for alchohol and each one would be like "ohhh did the last flight attendant not offer you any?" of course he'd say no and then they would just give him more. Little did they know he was just stashing it all in his backpack after he'd chug them right away so they had no idea how much he really had to drink. I was pretty impressed tho...he never had to pee once! haha geez but if youre wondering if his breath reeked when he fell asleep with his mouth wide open inches from my face...yes! yes it did!! Oh and nothing makes me more upset than seeing someone with a window seat shut their window down and fall asleep....are you kidding me?! switch me places!! Anyways i flew east form phoenix to London and then from London to Milan and then a 2 hour car ride got me to Calcinato (Brescia). In the Milan airport i couldnt find my chaufeur. All i wanted to do was call my momma and cry but i talked myself out of it cuz i knew in reality there was nothing she'd be able to do plus i wanted to do it all on my own but, little girl(me) tons of people speaking in different languages...a pakistan plane had landed at the same time so um yeah kinda scary so it took me about 30 minutes of freaking out inside, praying like no other and i finally found him holding up a sign with my name on it. It was such a relief! I looked like an idiot tho cuz i had 2 huge suitcases with one broken handle so i had to hold it but it weighs roughly 40 pounds. Picture me rolling a suitcase in one hand, lifting one in the other hand with a bulky backpack on and a purse...but hey i made it :)