Being a Bolognesi
This will be updated*
As the Aer Lingus Airbus 330 sped down the rain-soaked O'Hare runway, half of the passengers were headed home, the other half were leaving theirs. I was part of the latter group. After an hour or so of rain, the sun finally made an appearance as we flew over Chicago. It was a relief to be Europe-bound. The whole summer was leading toward Bologna, and that was long in itself, but my day of travel was even longer. It began at 6:00 am when I dragged my brother to the Danville YMCA for chest day. The gyms in Bologna look weak, at least their websites do, so I decided to bang around some heavy American steel before leaving.
Having said goodbye to my Dad before I went to the Y and my sister the night before, I went home to my mom and my dogs for breakfast and last minute preparations.
I downed coffee and some eggs before loading the car with my stuff. My two checked bags, carry on and backpack took up most of the cargo area, so I'm glad I was the only one going; we couldn't accommodate two Bolognesi.
The drive to my least favorite airport in America was uneventful. My mom drove to Kankakee then I drove from there to the airport.
More than a few tears, and minutes, later, I made it through security. Aer Lingus changed the gate on me, which led me to Italy-bound Marquette University basketball team. They weren't on my flight, but they will be traveling north from Rome to play some Italian teams from my region.
After chatting up one of the backups-- possibly team manager -- I changed the 35,000 Chilean pesos with me for €23, got a cheeseburger, then burned through some data watching Mad Men on my cell phone. Hey, I won't have Netflix until October. I'm entitled to use a little data on my last day in the USA.
Our flight was delayed about 30 minutes because they had to fuel and clean the plane, but all was forgiven when I got on the plane and saw that I had a personal TV. In the words of Drake, "I'm way-ay up, I feel #blessed,"
I then felt less like a bum when I saw her choose Drake's "If you're reading this, it's too late," mixtape to listen to from the plane's entertainment system.
We're both from the streets, obviously.
The six euro bus and eight euro taxi dropped me off at my hotel on Via Zamboni. After shedding my bags, I grabbed a map from the front desk and looked for me new school.
Drenched in sweat from the hours of travel and 90 degree heat, I found the school and tailed someone in to the fingerprint access door. Without a second of waiting I found the sign up sheet for apartment hunting. The list was surprisingly full. Apparently some people emailed our apartment fixer ahead of time and got appointments before landing in Bologna. I was told that wasn't possible, but oh well.
I then went to get lunch with some new friends that I met at the school. I can already tell that my classmates are very talented. So far, I've met people from Notre Dame, Vanderbilt, NYU, Oxford, etc, etc.
After lunch I went to Wind, an Italian cell phone carrier, and bought a SIM card for my iPhone 6, and I got it to work the day after.
After the SIM cards, myself and the SAISers I was with decided to reward our successful cell phone endeavor with gelato.
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