Translation: "Let's have fun like idiots!" Thanks to Rick Steves, I am well-equipped with witty and useful phrases as I prepare to venture out on my European journey. Michael has picked out his favorites for me to recite and memorize. I can successfully ward off creepers, decline expensive items, and request to reserve an entire train ("Je voudrais reserver le train entier"). Pretty useful, I think.
Packing has been okay. I already knew in my head which outfits and items I wanted to bring along with me, so the initial choosing process went pretty quickly. Now I am putting off the hard part: cutting out 75% of those selections. So I will just sit here with Michael and watch Tyra do her thang on Bravo's Top Model marathon. Productive, right?
It hasn't quite hit me that at this time tomorrow, I will be on my way to the airport, to board a plane for Europe. My home for the next four months will be in Brussels, Belgium. It's surreal. I feel like, until now, my pending journey to Brussels has merely been a fun story to tell people. They ask my plans for the future, I tell them the story of a girl who is bound for Brussels to study and intern, they ooo and aaah, I smile and think, "Yeah, doesn't that sound cool?" And then, "Oh wait. That's me."
At this point, I don't know what daily life will be like. I think it will be cold. And busy. And fun (but not idiotically so). I guess I'll be finding out soon enough...
Packing has been okay. I already knew in my head which outfits and items I wanted to bring along with me, so the initial choosing process went pretty quickly. Now I am putting off the hard part: cutting out 75% of those selections. So I will just sit here with Michael and watch Tyra do her thang on Bravo's Top Model marathon. Productive, right?
It hasn't quite hit me that at this time tomorrow, I will be on my way to the airport, to board a plane for Europe. My home for the next four months will be in Brussels, Belgium. It's surreal. I feel like, until now, my pending journey to Brussels has merely been a fun story to tell people. They ask my plans for the future, I tell them the story of a girl who is bound for Brussels to study and intern, they ooo and aaah, I smile and think, "Yeah, doesn't that sound cool?" And then, "Oh wait. That's me."
At this point, I don't know what daily life will be like. I think it will be cold. And busy. And fun (but not idiotically so). I guess I'll be finding out soon enough...
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