OOk my first blog post! How super. I don't really have anything interesting to write yet, so I'll just recap the last 24 hours. Leaving PDX was kinda rough, I wept...just slightly...as I said bye to my padres. But then I got on the plane and felt a sudden rush of relaxation. Probably as a result of the TWO xanex I had taken moments earlier (sorry mom), but that was nice. Thankfully I had cool people sitting next to me on the flight. A girl names Kristin, who was rushing home to save her boyfriend from her dog, who was apparently running the show while she was away. And Tim, a late twenty something guy who was on his way to Mexico for a month to work on wind turbines. He showed me some pictures of him hanging off of giant blades, where he glued stuff back together...pretty sweet, but I though it was weird that they used glue on those things. After our nice discussion I passed out, and woke up in Houston! On the next flight I had the whole row to myself....there’s really nothing better than that.
I got to Miami around 11. Took a taxi to the hotel where I was greeted by several precious Cubans who helped me with my bags and up to my room. My roommate Molly was already there...she's from New Mexico and just graduated a few weeks ago. Nice girl. She told me her parents where in the Peace Corps in Jamaica in the 70's....and actually there is tons of violence in the Caribbean. So now I'm quite happy I didn't end up there! See...there are reasons for everything.
I woke up this morning and went down to the pool. It was already 90 degrees at 9am, and too freaking humid, so I didn’t last long. Then I finally met a bunch of other volunteers! People are from everywhere, apparently there is one girl from Bend who got evacuated from Madagascar because something bad is going on there…but I have yet to meet her. After that I had lunch with a fellow volunteer named Dana. He is 32 but seems 22…acts like a total Eugenian, but cooler. We ate pizza…and I found out he is a vegetarian because, when visiting his grandma on a farm last year, he became friends with a turkey, and hasn’t been able to meat since.
Ok that’s it for now. It’s time to go meet everyone else! More to come…
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xanax, glue and turkey friends ...great stuff. keep it coming!
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