Stranded in an airport at night is like lucid dreaming. Not sure if I am awake or asleep. #dreamtime #airportsleepover #thanksaircanada (at Toronto Pearson International Airport)

Alright. I’m posting now at 4:30 because I’m about to start the night. I’ll call it Flughafen Nacht (Airport Night).

Since it’s an hour ride to the airport and my flight is at 7:00 A.M., I’ve decided to go to the airport tonight and sleep there, instead of waking up at 3:00 in the morning. I’d feel safer there, anyway. This hostel is not great.

So today I was so tired from traveling that I took a day off. I read a lot and then ate lunch at a pizzeria. I had pasta and mushrooms (it’s odd, but I’ve missed mushrooms! I eat them so much). I’ve just been reading for the most part. I’m not sure what I’m going to do for dinner.

I know I’m in Italy and I do want to explore, but I’m just so tired. I’m tired of living out of a suitcase. I’m tired of hostels. I’m tired of not knowing if the Wi-Fi’s going to work or not. I had fun, but I’m ready for it to be over. I’m ready to be able to read all the street signs and understand things again (understand things for the most part, that is). I’m ready to go back to Spain, although I’m not looking forward to sleeping in the airport. Everything’s an adventure to me, though. Adventures are exciting and fun, so this’ll be exciting and fun in its own way.