Ok, so I guess this means no more preparation posts. Because, hey, guess what? I made it to Palermo.

This has to have been one of the longest days of all time. I’m still super disoriented with what day it is. Things that absolutely happened yesterday seemed like they never did, and I’m not sure what’s going on I’m so tired. The flight from Seattle to New York was just dandy, if a little bumpy. The fun started when they had schedule maintenance on our plan to Rome for the time it was supposed to leave… Yeah, I’m not sure either. Anyways, it ended up only being an extra 3 hours at JFK. I wasn’t in a rush, and I mainly felt bad for the people working the ticket counter having to answer all of the angries. I did have to reschedule my connecting flight from Rome to Palermo, but that wasn’t too big of a deal.

So now it’s about 6:30pm, and I haven’t really slept since 4:30am. Yesterday. Cannot wait to eat some gelato, then sleep for 12 hours. Palermo is a crazy city. Just from walking around the last couple hours, you can sense that. Scooters everywhere, cars on the sidewalk, almost getting hit every 2 seconds when you cross the street. I’ve also already run into one of my favorite Italian stereotypes; young kids playing soccer in a rubble-strewn street.

I haven’t been able to check into the hostel yet, but I left my bag, and it’s an incredible building. I can’t wait to sleep there. Still trying to figure out what exactly I’m going to the next few days, but I’m excited for whatever it ends up being.

I hope you’re all well.