Which is why is just went through my backpack a second time, mercilessly throwing out 2 shirts, a dress, some vaseline, and chapstick.
Unfortunately, I am also a bit lighter on this trip because I am missing a very important piece of it: my paper ticket for a train ride from Paris to Florence. Two of my friends and I scoured my belongings, to no avail. I have to leave in the morning without it. I didn't think it was that big a deal, until I just finished watching the season finale of How I Met Your Mother, and at the end burst into tears.
Good vacations do not start with crying. I need to buck up.
Actually I need to go to bed.
Day 1.
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