Embarking on my journey to the wedding of the amazingly wonderful Camilla, the Lennon to my McCartney. Got dropped of by my awesome roomate Lizzy's boyfriend Paul; the journey has just begun!
After searching far and wide I checked myself in to the lost and found. The shuttle system is very quaint and informal--if you don't have a reservation you just pay and hop on. The next shuttle available was about to leave, and I want to shop, so I'm going to have to rely on my ever-present good luck to get one of the six seats for 12 pm.
I've quit smoking but had to bum a Camel off this really cute Swiss boy sitting next to me, if only as an excuse to strike up a conversation. Worked like a charm. For those who want to judge, this is a blog about travel, and what sort of worldly woman would I be if I didn't observe the culture that wanders into my territory? No worldly woman at all, I say.
So, I'm going to go see if I can buy my shuttle ticket now. Cross your fingers for me!
After all, isn't uncertainty all part of the adventure?
(Disclaimer: This is a live blog, meaning done quickly, currently, and without editing, so if you spot any grammatical errors or signs of latent insanity, cut a girl some slack. That's all part of the fun!)
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