My flight wasn't until 6 a.m. the next day, and while I didn't want to waste money and hassle with finding a hostel for a few hours, I had decided to "sleep" in the airport. I walked around Pisa for a few hours and then returned to the airport for the night. I luckily found a computer with Internet, and unluckily had it eat all the money I put in and then shut down. I then decided to try to fall asleep, but was shortly awakened by a policeman yelling at me in Italian. After a few incomprehensible moments I realized he was telling me that the airport was closing.

The trains and busses to other parts of the city had stopped running, and I was alone in an Italian city at 1 a.m. After a frantic phone call to my parents, I surrendered to the fact that I would be spending the next three hours outside the airport and bundled up in as many layers as I could fit. I found an Italian couple in the same position as me and together we sat awake shivering in the cold until the airport opened again at 4 a.m. and we were able to board the plane. Let's just say it wasn't quite the dream vacation I had planned and I won't be too bummed if I don't have to experience that again.

Regardless, a plane ride to Sevilla and three-hour bus ride later, I made it to Granada which was the final destination of my travels. It was a nice change to see so many Bucknell people, the weather was beautiful, and compared to Copenhagen and a few other places I had traveled, everything was so cheap it seemed free. Most of my time there was spent walking around, hanging out, and eating tapas. While Cinque Terre was the highlight of Italy for me, Granada was a close tie for my favorite part of the trip in general. I definitely found it to be the most culturally different and I really enjoyed that aspect.

Everybody spoke Spanish (I had to rely on the four years I took in high school, and more realistically my friends), the meal times and entire orientation of the day was extremely different, the nightlife was pretty ridiculous, and I have never before gotten so much attention for being blonde!

Saturday night I flew from Granada to London, spent the night in the London airport (successfully this time, and accompanied by hundreds of other people doing the same thing), and flew to Copenhagen Sunday morning. It was great to have so much time to explore Europe, but I think I would have gotten even more out of the experience if our weeks off had been spread out more. Twenty-two consecutive days of traveling is insanely exhausting; eating every meal out, not having many opportunities to work out other than walking, wearing the same dirty clothes out of a suitcase, and never really getting a great shower or night's sleep caught up to me by the end and may have slightly hindered my ability to really make the most out of everything I did. That said, I still got more out of this experience than I could have even expected and, as cheesy as it sounds, I really do feel like I know a whole lot more about different cultures and am becoming much more aware of the rest of the world and its issues.

Although I loved everywhere I went, I was so relieved to get back to Copenhagen and I think the last few weeks made me appreciate it here even more. Not that other cities were necessarily in stark contrast to this, but I more clearly noticed how clean Copenhagen is, how friendly and nice all the Danes are, how much you can get around speaking English without receiving bad looks, how convenient and new the transportation is, how safe the city is, and countless other things. This is a great realization as I have over a month left here, and I am more excited than ever to spend it in this familiar place!