I was supa-dupa sick on Wednesday night, so I put all of my happy thoughts into getting well since April was flying in on Friday morning--36 hours to regain control over my bodily functions.

I used up nearly all of my energy this morning getting to the airport in time to meet her at the arrivals gate. It was a mess, trying to get a train that would get me there on time. I ended up buying two tickets for two trains, of which one got the job done. And fortunately her flight was twenty minutes late. So as she walked out I was right there waiting.
I immediately noticed that she only had the small part of her backpack with her and demanded, "Where the *%#! is your bag?!!!"
Well wouldn't you know...they lost it. So here we sit (actually she's sound asleep), waiting for a backpack. We couldn't catch our train to Prague and the hostel couldn't change our reservations to tomorrow night. So I madly replanned our route, determined that I could show her six countries in ten days. But then again, the bag still isn't here...so...I may be madly replanning again.
For now I'm just supa-dupa (this is my new favorite thing to say, thank you Brooke!) stoked to be with someone I adore so deeply as April. Woohooohooo!