December 12th

Prologue:
Two weeks prior we, the students, were told of a transportation strike the day we were to depart from Italy. Up until Tuesday the 9th everything seemed fine for me, until that night when my flight to Krakow got cancelled. So I re-booked a flight that left in the afternoon instead of the morning and the day before I left everything was once again fine, I was just missing some exploring time in Krakow.

Chapter 1: Everything is Still Fine:
The school would be bringing us by bus to the airport so around 12:15am we lugged our suitcases from our apartment over to Piazza Italia. A long walk on a normal day, now imagine a bag on my back, and a close to 50lb suitcase....my hand got blisters. Then it was a three hour long ride to Rome, during which I slept and woke up very uncomfortable. After saying goodbye to a huge bulk of the group a few people and I were stuck hanging around a coffee shop waiting for the last of the morning people to go through customs.

Chapter 2: The Real Fun Begins:
Around 10am I checked the departure board once again to see if my flight finally shows up. It did, for 7pm not 5pm like I wanted. The freak out begins. Turns out my flight was delayed by two hours due to the strike and now I'd have to fly to Krakow the next morning, and miss my Auschwitz tour.

Chapter 3: The Hero Enters:
The calls to my Dad started happening at this moment, trying to reschedule flights and such. It was all a crazy mess, trying to contact Poland and Germany was pointless on my end because my Italian service would not allow it. So I had my Dad calling my hostels and my tour company as we tried to rearrange my weekend and after hours upon hours of phone calls and changes, we did it. Now I have my schedule set and should run into no more problems.