Going to Italia

I'm in an airport in Rome waiting for my connection to Venice. I tried a new style of flying: leaving the aiport after a shot, 2 beers, and 3/4 of a bottle of wine. It was good wine and now I have a couch in Estonia. There are pros and cons to this style of travel. The pro being I don't eveen remember the takeoff. I got on the plane on the round and woke p when it was on the ground again. The cons... When asked if I wanted a window or an isle seat I answered "I don't care just put me next to that cute redhead who just checked in" (I got a window seat in an emergency row, far from the cute redhead, who I had completely forgotten about come boarding time) and, when I did wake up, it was with quite the headache. I'm still uncertain as to what my plan to fix this is. I probably just need a bloody mary. The bus from Barcelona to the airport was not working tonight. This in itself was a minor inconvenience but to make it more fun they didn't tell anybody about it. There was a guy at my busstop who, when asked directly would admit that it's not going to come tonight but there was nothing about him that indicated "ask me about how fucked you are." A button would have been nice, a sign, something. Luckily my spanish was good enough to not only realize the severity of my situation but to find 4 people to split a cab with. In the end, a nice conclusion to a wonderful stay in Alicante. I actually took some pictures of the place I stayed and while I'm sure they aren't doing it justice, they express the awesome nature of the view at hand. I was staying with my friend's family, it is the house of her aunt and uncle. At dinner time there were usually about 11 people at the table. Mostly students of various student ages. I can't remember what all the connections are but in some way they have some vague connection to the family. Manuel, the uncle, a professor of coppyright law, talked about how important it is to always have an open house and welcome people and to be trusting of others. This is a philosophy not built on endless positive experiences as he recalls a time when one of the guests just disappeared one day with a significant quantity of money. "These people are the exception you can't let them stop you" The dinner table reverberates mostly with Spanish but a little German sneaks in on occasion and Manuel requests English for my sake. Everyone there except the grandmother speaks it. The food at dinner is awesome, they had the best blood sausage I've had so far.
The weather hit a low of about 16c at night. The beaches are long, the sand is soft, the water is not too cold but far too calm, the city has a big castle in it. As usual I did not go into the castle but it was a fun climb exploring the big hill around it.

2 hours was not enough time to transport my bag from one plane to another. I'm in Venice, my bag is in Rome. A good start. The plan to be hung over for the museums is backfiring on me. It's twice as painful. I need a new plan.