JFK stand for Jet Freaked Kangaroo
Or maybe not...
So right now, I am sitting in the lounge of JFK airport in New York, which pretty much looks like every other airport in any part of the world that I have visited. Who designs these things? Is it one person? I think Charles de Gaulle, in Paris, is the worst I’ve been in thus far, but man this is ugly. Anyway, so I found this place called the Brooklyn Beer Garden™, and I am enjoying the last alcoholic beverage that I think I am going to enjoy for a while. When I was checking my bags, there were all these women wearing headscarves, which I imagine is rather difficult given that its 90 degrees outside, and I totally got the feeling of, “Woah, Adrian, you are going someplace really different”. Right now, I am waiting to board a flight to Casablanca, and I desperately want to say the line, “Here’s looking at you kid,” to someone. Wait a minute, by typing it, and posting it on this web site here, I have indirectly said it someone! YES! I am victorious! Hahahahah!
I have also realized how crazy this plan is. Am I really flying to Morocco? Am I really working for this organisation that I emailed out of blue? Did I really buy $250 digital audio recorder and put it on CISLA’s tab? I mean…no…I would never…do…something…of that nature.
So Fez. I know it is in the foothills of the Atlas Mountains, which is not quite in the desert, and I know that it is the oldest medieval city in the world, and I know what it looks like from pictures, but I still feel like I know next to nothing about the people or anything. I suppose that I will have to find out when I get there.
My boss seems very nice, and very thankful that someone is wiling to help her, and the festival should be pretty cool during the second week that I’m there. So, believe it or not, I’m not really nervous about having the actual internship while I am there.
The only thing I’m kind of nervous about, but something that I can only really find out when I get there, is the housing situation. I emailed this one lady about a room she had for 100 euros a week, which is steep, but really I just want anything. She has not emailed me back, so I think that I will have to call her when I get there and see what she has. I have a hotel for three days when I get there, which I think I can extend for almost a week until I find something. Yikes! Ah well.
It’s been a little bit of rough week at home. I was packing, getting everything ready, and Kathryn suddenly left me, which I’m still dealing with but also trying to forget about. Still, I write to you tonight on the eve of what I may soon to call the greatest adventure that I have ever embarked upon.
I will try and get internet access as soon as I can. Until then, adieu!
So right now, I am sitting in the lounge of JFK airport in New York, which pretty much looks like every other airport in any part of the world that I have visited. Who designs these things? Is it one person? I think Charles de Gaulle, in Paris, is the worst I’ve been in thus far, but man this is ugly. Anyway, so I found this place called the Brooklyn Beer Garden™, and I am enjoying the last alcoholic beverage that I think I am going to enjoy for a while. When I was checking my bags, there were all these women wearing headscarves, which I imagine is rather difficult given that its 90 degrees outside, and I totally got the feeling of, “Woah, Adrian, you are going someplace really different”. Right now, I am waiting to board a flight to Casablanca, and I desperately want to say the line, “Here’s looking at you kid,” to someone. Wait a minute, by typing it, and posting it on this web site here, I have indirectly said it someone! YES! I am victorious! Hahahahah!
I have also realized how crazy this plan is. Am I really flying to Morocco? Am I really working for this organisation that I emailed out of blue? Did I really buy $250 digital audio recorder and put it on CISLA’s tab? I mean…no…I would never…do…something…of that nature.
So Fez. I know it is in the foothills of the Atlas Mountains, which is not quite in the desert, and I know that it is the oldest medieval city in the world, and I know what it looks like from pictures, but I still feel like I know next to nothing about the people or anything. I suppose that I will have to find out when I get there.
My boss seems very nice, and very thankful that someone is wiling to help her, and the festival should be pretty cool during the second week that I’m there. So, believe it or not, I’m not really nervous about having the actual internship while I am there.
The only thing I’m kind of nervous about, but something that I can only really find out when I get there, is the housing situation. I emailed this one lady about a room she had for 100 euros a week, which is steep, but really I just want anything. She has not emailed me back, so I think that I will have to call her when I get there and see what she has. I have a hotel for three days when I get there, which I think I can extend for almost a week until I find something. Yikes! Ah well.
It’s been a little bit of rough week at home. I was packing, getting everything ready, and Kathryn suddenly left me, which I’m still dealing with but also trying to forget about. Still, I write to you tonight on the eve of what I may soon to call the greatest adventure that I have ever embarked upon.
I will try and get internet access as soon as I can. Until then, adieu!
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