So today is the first day of the rest of my semester. I'm sitting in the Newark Airport right now, waiting at the gate for my flight to Milan. Waiting at my gate for the flight that leaves in four hours.
I never know what to do with myself in airports. People watching can be fun but then I inevitably make eye contact with someone by accident, and I feel so so awkward. And I get really judgmental and feel like kind of an asshole. You can eat, but that takes 5 minutes when you're getting a chicken nugget combo meal from McDonalds. Well, now I have 3 hours 55 minutes. You can read; in fact right now I have 5 books with me: The Monkey Wrench Gang, Harry Potter e la Pietra Filosofale (yes, Italian Harry Potter. McGonagall's name is McGranitt, Dumbledore's is Silente, Snape is Piton, Quirrell is Raptor, and Hufflepuff is Corvonero. Don't ask me why.), Rick Steve's Best of Europe, Rick Steve's Italy, and DK Eyewitness Travel: Milan and the Lakes. But I don't have anything negative so say about all that; I just don't feel like reading. And I should stop complaining. I'm going to MILAN.
Aside from my laundry list of whiny complaints about airports, I'm pretty excited to be here! It means I'm only 12 hours away from finally landing in Milan, which I have been stressing over and planning for since September. Of course when I land I won't exactly be stress free but I can talk about that in a different blog post. Right now I just want to focus on getting to Milan and checking in to my temporary home, the Hotel Palazzo delle Stelline.
Time for a massive shift in focus and narration!
As I sit here in a tucked away in a corner near an unused phone-bank writing about nothing, I'm slowly being surrounded by multiple wheelchairs (at last count, 10) and a cadre of Jamaicans who will soon be piloting these wheelchairs away. I'm already being surrounded by foreign language before I even leave the United States! At least I'm getting warmed up for my impending immersion in the Italian language (which will make me fluent even if I die trying. Probably from misunderstanding directions, getting lost, wandering in to an alley... you know the drill). I just hope I will be able to get around Milan without embarrassing myself.
But now I've run out of things to talk about, so I'll let you go. Next you hear from me I'll be in Europe, trying to find my way around without getting pick-pocketed!
P.S. Three hours!
I never know what to do with myself in airports. People watching can be fun but then I inevitably make eye contact with someone by accident, and I feel so so awkward. And I get really judgmental and feel like kind of an asshole. You can eat, but that takes 5 minutes when you're getting a chicken nugget combo meal from McDonalds. Well, now I have 3 hours 55 minutes. You can read; in fact right now I have 5 books with me: The Monkey Wrench Gang, Harry Potter e la Pietra Filosofale (yes, Italian Harry Potter. McGonagall's name is McGranitt, Dumbledore's is Silente, Snape is Piton, Quirrell is Raptor, and Hufflepuff is Corvonero. Don't ask me why.), Rick Steve's Best of Europe, Rick Steve's Italy, and DK Eyewitness Travel: Milan and the Lakes. But I don't have anything negative so say about all that; I just don't feel like reading. And I should stop complaining. I'm going to MILAN.
Aside from my laundry list of whiny complaints about airports, I'm pretty excited to be here! It means I'm only 12 hours away from finally landing in Milan, which I have been stressing over and planning for since September. Of course when I land I won't exactly be stress free but I can talk about that in a different blog post. Right now I just want to focus on getting to Milan and checking in to my temporary home, the Hotel Palazzo delle Stelline.
Time for a massive shift in focus and narration!
As I sit here in a tucked away in a corner near an unused phone-bank writing about nothing, I'm slowly being surrounded by multiple wheelchairs (at last count, 10) and a cadre of Jamaicans who will soon be piloting these wheelchairs away. I'm already being surrounded by foreign language before I even leave the United States! At least I'm getting warmed up for my impending immersion in the Italian language (which will make me fluent even if I die trying. Probably from misunderstanding directions, getting lost, wandering in to an alley... you know the drill). I just hope I will be able to get around Milan without embarrassing myself.
But now I've run out of things to talk about, so I'll let you go. Next you hear from me I'll be in Europe, trying to find my way around without getting pick-pocketed!
P.S. Three hours!
Where I composed this, the historic first post of my long-winded blog
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