18 hours, 3 and 1/2 sandwiches

 Dear Blog, 

I believe I made a mistake in booking a 6 am flight from Budapest to Milan. We had to get up at 2:15 am, take a 30 minute taxi to the airport, TSA, etc. Not good. 

Then I got a sandwich to keep morale high. Shoutout airport pricing. Eight euro for a sandwich.... this will be a reoccurring theme. 

Our flight got delayed while we were on the plane, taxiing to the runway. It was hot as hell in the plane and we were stuck for an hour. In limbo. It was not good. It did not feel real. And the flight was scary because of turbulence. Not good. 

When we landed we had time between our bus to Siena, so it was time to eat. We looked at every single restaurant in the airport and we found nothing but sandwiches and pastries. We literally went from end to end, nothing but a different versions of an 8 euro sandwich. There was one place that has tortellini but it was closed. Go figure. So sandwich it was. I had my sandwich, then I had some of my friends sandwich. 

I was at my limit.

 Or so I thought. 

3 hours on a hot bus changed my mind. It was 2:40 p and our bus made a rest stop at an upscale gas station and once again, all that I could get was a sandwich. So sandwich it was. 

It was at my 3 and 1/2 sandwich that I realized I was on a strictly sandwich based diet today. I accepted it. At least it wasn't a juice cleanse. 

It was a sandwich cleanse.