The End of Spring Break...Sort of...

So the second visit to Athens, right? I said it was a later story, so I'm finishing up on the epic two-week spring break. GLS is evil. The only way they could have made the trip home to Cyprus any longer and more inconvenient would have been if they flew us there via Australia (which would have been cool, so I probably wouldn't have even been as cranky).
Wake up: 6am phone call, which Meggie shushed instead of answering.
Long wait in the Barcelona airport, then a flight to Milan.
Milan would have been cool, but despite having a SEVEN HOUR LAYOVER we weren't allowed to explore the city, plus it was downpouring. Meg lost (and then had to take a bus to a different terminal to find again) her ipod, our checked luggage got soaked (so now all my stuff smells) and at least one girl's brand new Italian leather jacket got ruined, and I had to go buy a book in one of the overpriced airport stores, where I had to choose from about three shelves of English books, because while I can read Spanish or French, Italian just looks silly and nonsensical to me, but I had to have a book, or I'd have gone insane. Oh, and I scarfed down McDonald's fries and a burger like it was my job, because all the other American girls, with their lists of food they're craving, made me desperate for fast-food unhealthy grossness (and it was delicious, in that "mmm... I can HEAR my arteries clogging" sort of way). By the way, when I get home, I want pizza from the Newport place. And tortilla chips with salsa. And enough real maple syrup on pancakes to make me physically ill.
After one of the most boring waits ever, we boarded our second plane... to Athens... at 8pm... which I had not been prepared for. WORST FLIGHT EVER. I was tired, cranky, felt icky, and was seated next to two of the most dramatic girls EVER! They were convinced the plane was going to go down in flames the entire flight (there was really only a tiny bit of turbulance, but listening to them, you'd think we experianced 100 drops and did barrel rolls in an apocolyptic style thunderstorm), claimed they were being roasted alive (the temperature inside the plane was barely warmer than normal. I was in a sweatshirt and still fine) and they were threatening to sue.
I survived that without throwing anyone out of the plane or stabbing them with the plastic fork provided to us, and then had to sit in the Athens airport for another long layover, listening to EVERY SINGLE GIRL bitch about how tired and cranky they were. 25 irritable girls who have been in close quarters (and without boys) for two weeks who are up (and sober) past their bedtimes... Yes, not only did I find paradise in Barcelona, I found hell in the Athens airport.
Finally around 1am we boarded the flight back to Cyprus, where one of the checked suitcases had been lost, so we had to wait for that to be sorted out, then got yelled at in Greek by a busdriver in the parkinglot for a good 20 minutes, then the LOOOOOONG drive to the apartments, and bed... around 5am. I had to get up for class at 8:15. Which I couldn't miss.
I'd decided that all I could manage would be to get up and get dressed and get to class, but when my alarm went off in the morning, steps 1 and 2 were even starting to look optional.
I actually managed to attend BOTH my classes, although the professor in the second one sent me and the other American girl home during the break, because we looked like zombies. You know it's really bad when you actually start to LOOK like your passport photo. It was a bit scary.
However, I've slept and showered and look fairly human once again, so despite the papers still waiting to be written, I'm pretty content. It's weird how much my apartment in Cyprus feels like home now.