Should have already been said

Now, this particular blog is going to be longer. Because it needs to describe a span of life over nearly a week. Shall I start with...

Day 1, September 2nd:
I leave the PDX airport on my way to New York City. There I connect with about 400 other students from the US traveling all over the world. 63 of which are on their way to Italy. After mind numbing hours of "what not to do"s I am on my 10 hour flight to Zurich and then Rome.

Day 3, September 4th: In Rome, I make friends and collect emails of people from Norway, the Philippians, Thialand, Australia, Finland, New Zealand, Chile, Brazil, and the US.

Day 5, September 6th: About 20 students and I are on a train to Milan. There we really start our journey. Stepping into a specially created space of an Italian's family portrait. I get of the train after 5 hours of a Chinese girl staring at how my hair is naturally curly and breath in the hot, stuffy air of the Milan train station. If you can imagine, I am in a floresant mustard Intercultura t shirt that is 2 sizes too big. In short, I am wearing embarrassing attire to meet a group of people I wanted to impress.
I spot them, three italians proceed to kiss both my cheeks and warmly welcome me.