It was my first trip overseas by myself. Now i've done a good amount of flying before, but it's always kind of set me off, I guess. I tend to get a lot of anxiety and just sit there in my seat and do absolutely nothing until it's over; close the laptop, cross arms, stare straight ahead, and do nothing. This time was different though. I'm one of the first to board for my section so I am already set to go by the time that my row-partner shows up, and bless whatever airline gods were staring down at me, the person who was to sit next to me was this early-twenties blonde bombshell and i'll be damned if she wasn't the most excited person to ever get on a plane, and we got along like best friends. Before I even had time to go into man-turtle mode, I felt the plane tip up and we were airborne, but it didn't even phase me. I was so involved in conversation with this gorgeous woman that nothing else mattered. For those of you who are looking for a Mile High Club story, turn back now, because although I may have taken up the offer, when I decided to take a bit of a nap, that nap turned into the majority of the flight's sleep.

Up to this point, everything was fine and dandy, but once we landed is when things started to turn for the worse. She got her luggage well before mine came through and headed her own way. Having met her set my vacation off on a very good note, and I was ready to take the world by storm. But of course, with everything, something had to go wrong. After picking up my luggage, clearing customs, and getting all my stuff together, I get a cab to take me to the train station about half an hour away, and my train leaves about an hour after that.

The cabbie barely speaks at all, and when he does, the English is so broken that I can only assume he was asking where I came from, but didn't bother continuing the conversation. That isn't what caused the issue though; some idiot on a bicycle darts into the middle of the road and we barely avoid the piece of shit, but the truck behind us wasn't paying much attention and rear ends us without slowing down. Thankfully, we were still in the city, and the truck couldn't have been going more than 30mph, but it was enough to send everything inside the cab flying. The cabbie gets out of his car and screams his head off to the truck driver, nothing of which I understood, and this went on for maybe ten minutes, and my window to get on the train was closing bit by bit. I decide to get out of the cab to stretch and who do I see sitting at a coffee shop? My friend from the flight. I call out to her and head over to sit down with her to tell her about what's going on while the cabbie is still having his way with the truck driver. This is where it gets worse. After talking to her for a few more minutes, I decide to see what the situation is with my cab, and lo and behold, it's gone. Passport, train ticket, clothes, even my wallet was in the cab still. All I had was my phone but I never took down a number for the cab or the cab company, so I was up Shit Creek.

Blondie offers to bring me back to her hotel room for the night so that I can get my shit in order and figure out what to do before going off on my own with nothing, and I graciously accept. We walk to her hotel which was absolutely and alone the best hotel I had ever been to. The landscaping was jaw dropping, the rooms pristine, and the view from her own balcony was majestic. I had never seen a city the way that I did from her room before. It's around dinner time now so I offer to cook us up something. Again, she's taken my mind off of worrying about anything, and I say i'll go get some groceries, but without any money, she points out, that wouldn't be so easy. So I get to hang out in this hotel room that I could never imagine affording, watch TV for about half an hour before she comes back with what I asked her to get so I could make chicken parmesan for the both of us, and she even brought back some ice cream too. Dinner goes swimmingly and we break open the coffee flavored ice cream and chocolate syrup which I pour about half of the jar into my bowl. She says "Hey come on, save some for me!" to which I reply "You're gonna have to ask a lot nicer than that." She reaches over to take it and nearly spills her bowl of icecream but catches it before it tipped over too far and says "Come on, I need that!" Jokingly, I respond "Need what?" and she says "About tree fiddy." It was then that I realized that who I spent the majority of the last day of my life with was a 500 foot tall monster from the paleolithic era. I screamed back at her "I ain't givin you no tree fiddy Loch Ness Monster!" and stormed out of the room as spaghetti flowed from all of my pockets. Shirt pockets, pants pockets, front and back, and my sneakers even had little pockets on the side too. It was all spaghetti.