This is why yesterday was one of the worst days of my entire life:

If you read my last post about flying you'll know that yesterday wasn't as spectacular as I had expected. Well let me tell you, when the plane landed in Boston, it didn't get better. 

As I said in my last post, out of the 36 hours I was awake yesterday, I only managed to sleep for 2 of those. Add to that the fact that I ate shitty Denny's fries and a single clif bar all day and you'll start to understand why my first day in Boston was as terrible as it was. 

I do want to preface this post by saying how extremely grateful I am that I made it here to Boston safe and sound with (almost) all my luggage. 

I say almost because I lost two of my quick dry towels which were affixed to the outside of my bag. I am lucky they were the little ones for my hair and noy the big one for my body but I was still pretty bummed. After waiting at baggage claim for about 30 minutes (and being unsuccessful), I decided to try and figure out this whole sleep problem. 

Airports you have never been to are the worst. Especially when you are sleep deprived and on edge. After a bit of searching I found the hotel reservations desk. I was quoted $170 per night for a single room so I gave up on the hotel idea and switched to the idea of staying at a hostel. There was one nearby-ish but it required me taking three buses and I just could not figure it out. I tried on three separate occasions to find the bus I was supposed to be on without any luck. I finally asked someone and he helped a bit, but in the end I wouldn't be thanking him. 

I took the silver line to south station where transit attendants were yelling out information regarding detours. I finally made it to streetside and decided to consult google maps for further directions. I was now only 0.9 miles away and so I decided to walk as the bus directions were very confusing for my wacked out mind. 

My luggage consists of a shoulder strap purse and a 40 pound stuff sack without appropriate handles, of which I blame myself entirely. Let's just say that by the end of the night, and this morning as well, my shoulders are extremely bruised. 

I walked that entire ~mile with that pack and, in the course of waking, asked two cab drivers for a ride. At one point I was 0.6 miles away and he wanted to charge $10. I told him I only had $5 and he refused, driving off while cursing at me. 

I won't tell you at which points in the day I was forced to tears because it was almost non-stop.

I got to the hostel after walking for about a half hour, getting lost twice, losing my specially bought ship anchor earrings (both, ridiculous right?) and starting to feel woozy from being completely out of energy. 

The attendant was the first sympathetic person I had met in Boston and he checked me in promptly. I went up to my room with the intent of passing the fuck out, but instead I cleaned myself up (aka, cleaning the sweat off of myself, I was drenched), got into pajamas and then laid down. However I didn't relax for two minutes before remembering I still had to print my bus ticket for tomorrow (today). 

I then encountered a second nice person in Boston (although, she wasn't from Boston but w/e). I complained about the wifi and then asked her if she knew the password. She said she didn't but that she had a hotspot if I wanted to share. I did. Badly. In the end, I printed my ticket, skyped Gonzalo and played calming pandora music to lull myself to sleep. And now, after waking up peacefully at 6:30 I am happy to say that the worst is over. I know how to get back to the airport for my bus, I have had breakfast and I am ready for an amazing day. Wish me luck everyone.