so here i am in barcelona!
im not totally on my feet yet. its a big bad world out there full of sleepless nights and panic attacks when you cant speak the language and you dont know anyone orwhere anything is. we went on a bus tour today which was a nice summary of the city. and i would have taken some pictures to post except my digital camera was STOLEN from my checked luggage!!!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT! i jsut bought it also. now i have to buy another one, because i have to be able to take lots of pictures of me and natalie in front of funny things or playing with small animals((FRED!!! SEND TINYCAT PLEASE I NEED HIM!!!!!) when were traveling...
im hoping ill get some sleep tonight and go to some of the touristy places tomorrow, or maybe a museum, although im not sure whats going to be open.
right now im in an internet cafe surrounded by 12 year old boys playing some shooting video game and all tlaking on headsets, perhaps to eachother? its also so hot in here im scared their talking is taking up all the air. its also really hot everywhere. im cant wait to go to the beach (with my friends?) and get in that supposedly warm but refershing mediteranean water.
as soon as i get a bit more comfortable with the language and start going more places im sure ill feel a little better. i found a good lunch place today where i had this really good sandwich with avocado brie chicken and some tomatoy sauce thing. i had lunch with this boy arlow. he goes to colorado college and knows alex! he seems nice? but anyone remember dorm friends? the ones you make for the first few weeks before you make real friends? i do. thats why 90% of allen hall isnt reading this...
we dont get wireless in the dorm until ¨maybe monday, and if not then mid september, and if not then by october¨the RA oscar said nonchalantly. I sort of got a little panic attack when i thought aabout not being able to talk on AIM until october. WHO AM I!? so ill write more maybe monday, maybe mid september, or maybe october. who knows?
love you all!
2.9.06
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Here's the story of my arrival in Vienna in September 1976. I would love to see Holly's version of this same trip.
We left from the Urbana airport (you didn't know there was one, did you!). Got through the first leg of our trip, from Chicago to Montreal just fine.
In Montreal, Teresa Anderson was more than 80 kilos overweight on her luggage (!!!!????). Seems she had brought:
25 wooden hangers
a toaster
an iron
books
i dunno-- the friggin' kitchen sink
We spent our entire time in the airport redistributing among people with room, and packing for shipment back home everything else. What a putz.
In their infinite wisdom, the powers that be had decided that an 18-hour layover in Amdsterdam without any itinerary or supervision was a really good plan for 18 jet-lagged college kids. Can't remember if I hooked up with Holly, who wanted to play tourist and kept us going for 18 hours, or Christa, who was just an idiot and kept us going for 18 hours.
At any rate we did get to see The Night Watch just 3 days before the slasher got it. (Strangely, later thant year, I was also one of the last people to see the Pieta before the vandal got it. Hmm....)
We got to the dorm in Vienna around 10 or 11 at night, having had no sleep for more than 36 hours. The Heimleiter (resident advisor) told us all the rules in rapid, colloquial and highly dialectic Austrian German.
I sent to my room and cried for several hours. Unfortunately for me, but fortunately for my mother, the only way to place an international call from Austria in 1976 was to wait in line at the post office for several hours.
Frankly, the entire rest of the year is basically a total blur. Although there was that time that Christa and I almost got assaulted looking for booze in Athens at 2 a.m. on New Year's Eve...
Love, Xan
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