The arrival

Packing

I was really looking forward to coming to Barcelona and as someone normally expects, a person that already has their trip planned also takes some time to think well about the luggage. But not me - not in this case and not even when I went to Erasmus + in Madrid where, as for Barcelona, I just bumped the suitcase with stuff I thought I need one afternoon before the departure. Surprisingly, I did not really do it so badly, I just took two pairs of long trousers too much (as it is really hot here) and a little bit more make up than I could as during the summer I prefer to keep it natural and only wear lip gloss.

While I was packing, I quickly realized that there were more baggage than I expected and the pile with stuff just kept getting bigger and bigger. That is why I decided not to take the robe for which I was not sure if I am going to need it or not - and it turned out to be a good decision. Also, I wanted to leave the sweater behind: later I changed my mind and decided to take it anyway but I forgot it. After sitting on a suitcase and trying really hard to zip it I felt a relief. I do not like the packing part and I always spend more time for it than necessary, beginning with accessories and shoes and ending up with clothes. I am trying to make my luggage as small as possible every time I travel, but somehow the things I believe I would need just multiply and force me to take them.

Packing. Source: http://i.huffpost.com/gen/1755389/images/o-PACKING-A-SUITCASE-facebook.jpg

Getting to the airport

The day I chose for my trip was Friday. I left my home at 2.10pm with my parents that also went to Ljubljana. The ride did not take much as my village is 40 km from Ljubljana. Blablacar driver agreed to pick me up in front of the supermarket. He came there for business and did not know exactly when he will finish it so the hour we agreed for departure was between 3 and 4pm. It turned out that he finished even earlies so we could leave the city already at 2, but as I was bonded to another ride, we left at 3pm.

The thing with Blablacars is that you never really know if something is gonna come up and the departure time will change in any of the two ways: sooner or later. Also, the traffic is something that should be taken into consideration. I did not know how long the ride to Treviso airport would take us. During the drive I could see really large traffic jam in the opposite direction and if the same case would apply in our direction, I do not know if I would be able to arrive on time. But, luckily for me, on our side we were able to drive without having to wait in the lines of vehicles.

The ride was pleasant. I got to hear some things about Italy I did not know before, like about the place known for its marble and about Cagliari - the city where I want to do Erasmus + next year in the summer semester. It is always nice to hear the point of view from another person coming from a place different to yours and their stories, like how he got stuck in slovenian side of Nova Gorica, the city that borders Slovenia and Italy and how he had to walk to across the border as the taxi was not allowed to transport people between countries. After two hours and a half, we reached the desired destination: airport.

The flight

I was at the airport at 17.30 and my flight departed at 22.15 which meant that I got to spent almost 5 hours there. I spent my time waiting for the flight sitting on the floor and listening to music while checking people that were passing by. It was not the worst scenario I had as once I spent the night at the airport of Mallorca and that was a real struggle. Also, I would have to be there earlier to drop off my luggage anyway around 2 hours before the flight so even though it was not exactly the optimal option, it also was not the worst as some people spend even 18 hours waiting for the next flight.

Treviso airport. Source: http://www.airportspotting.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/800px-Aeroporto_di_Treviso_A_Canova.jpg

When I arrived, there were not many people at the airport. After a little while, the amount of people just kept getting larger. Comparing to before when people arrived and were able to directly go to the security check-in, now there was a queue that started getting longer and longer with twists. I was not yet able to step in the line as I had to wait for the time I was able to drop my baggage. Also there, the queue grew in a matter of 15 minutes. And it took me a lot of time to actually get there and drop-off my suitcase so I started to get worried that I may not be able to catch my flight.

I got into the line for security check-in. Even though it was large, it was moving quite fast. And the flight attendance came to ask if someone got stuck in the queue for the flights earlier than mine so there was nothing for me to worry about. When I got in front of the gates they told us that our flight was delayed for half an hour. I felt a little bit angry as the departure hour was already so late and I imagined being really tired and still having to get the bus to the center and to the appartment.

The flight took two hours. I sat in the back seat in the D row as I did not pay extra to reserve my seat at the window. But even if I would, I would not be able to see much as it was already dark. I got a bit cold during the flight and sneezed a couple of times while trying to make the best of use of the tissue I had in my pocket. When we landed, we had to wait for the luggage. That also took a lot of time - 45 minutes so people started to get nervous and some kids were playing football. I called my landlord and explained him the situation. I was really fortunate that he was willing to wait for me despite the delay.

Waiting for the luggage. Source: http://airsafe.com/pix/baggage-claim-crowd2.jpg

Arriving to the appartment

I did not check the airport terminal before so I did it at the airport. I found out that the departure terminal was T2 and I only checked T1 for the night buses. I thought that I would have to take a free shuttle to T1 from there and then take the night bus N16 that would take me to Plaza España. While I was walking towards the shuttle, I saw the stop of one of the night buses: N17 and I noticed that it also has a stop at the place I wanted to arrive to. So I bought the card nd stepped into overcrowded bus. I almost fell one time as I did not really get the best standing place. I was checking the screen where the names of the stops were written. At times it was difficult as one large guy was obstructioning my view.

I stepped off at the right station and saw the landlord waiting for me. We were walking towards the apartment and it seemed longer than 10 minutes (which is how much he said that it takes). But I also had a suitcase which can take a bit of a responsibility. When we arrived, I got to see my room which looked better than in the photos he sent me before. I really liked the apartment and after a brief conversation with one of my flatmates that just returned from the party and a needed shower, I went to bed and fell asleep immediately.

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