And So It Begins...
Listening: Twinkle, twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are.
Well, I'm finally here in Amsterdam. I got in at around twenty past eight and it wasn't without drama. There was good drama and not so good drama, but it's hard for me to focus on the not so good drama, seeing as I'm not in the States for the next thirty-one days.
So I freaked out last night as I was getting ready. After I went to sleep and woke up again, I remembered that I packed the drawls and the socks that I planned on wearing on the plane. So, I had to unpack, pull the drawls and the footsies out and pack it all over again.
Junx was kind enough to drive me to the airport at ten in the morning after dropping some paperwork off with my mother. It was borderline difficult saying bye to her. She's like my kid sister. She sometimes annoys the fuck out of me, but when all is said and done, I love the girl like family. She has been such a large part of my life over the past four or so years that it's difficult to imagine that there won't be anyone there anymore who says "schanks" and swoons over westies (as much as both of those things about her annoy me). It was tough and I thought about her a lot as I waited for my flights and so on and so forth. I honestly hope she does okay in L.A. I've been worried about it in the back of my mind, but I haven't said too much about it.
The flight from Boston to NYC was a really good one. I thought it was a fantastic way to begin my journey. Just after I sat down and buckled up, I had to stand back up to let a girl sit down. Within thirty seconds of her getting situated, we were headlong into a great conversation, and it all started when she asked me, "So, are you just going to New York for a long weekend?" From there our conversation spanned to everything from food to politics to the environment to different cities to the American public. It was fantastic. She explained to me why she starts conversations and it was because she met a guy once on her own travels who just struck up a conversation with her and her friend in such a sincere way that she decided that she would start doing it too. It was nice. By the end of the conversation, we had exchanged cards and hopefully she'll drop me a line. She works for an environmental non-profit in Hawaii, so I figure she's a good person to know, whether it's knowing where to go in Hawaii or networking for my friends in the environmental industry.
The second flight wasn't as good. After a four and a half hour layover in JFK, I boarded the plane to Schlipol International Airport. There was no chatty girl from Hawaii next to me, but instead a kind of quiet eastern European man who I failed to strike up a conversation with. We sat at the gate in our seats for about an hour and a half before we even pushed off. The we spent another half hour to forty-five minutes on the runway waiting for clearance. Oh man, it was murder. I think the only amusing part of that flight was a little girl somewhere behind me singing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.
Even worse, when I got to Amsterdam, my luggage was not there. That sucked. I found it rather impossible seeing as I gate checked my pack. I still don't know where my bag is, but Delta is on the case and they have the number of my hotel. My hotel knows I'm missing my bag too. But anyways, I'm here and I'm not sweating it too much. I have the month to myself and it will be fantastic.
Well, I'm finally here in Amsterdam. I got in at around twenty past eight and it wasn't without drama. There was good drama and not so good drama, but it's hard for me to focus on the not so good drama, seeing as I'm not in the States for the next thirty-one days.
So I freaked out last night as I was getting ready. After I went to sleep and woke up again, I remembered that I packed the drawls and the socks that I planned on wearing on the plane. So, I had to unpack, pull the drawls and the footsies out and pack it all over again.
Junx was kind enough to drive me to the airport at ten in the morning after dropping some paperwork off with my mother. It was borderline difficult saying bye to her. She's like my kid sister. She sometimes annoys the fuck out of me, but when all is said and done, I love the girl like family. She has been such a large part of my life over the past four or so years that it's difficult to imagine that there won't be anyone there anymore who says "schanks" and swoons over westies (as much as both of those things about her annoy me). It was tough and I thought about her a lot as I waited for my flights and so on and so forth. I honestly hope she does okay in L.A. I've been worried about it in the back of my mind, but I haven't said too much about it.
The flight from Boston to NYC was a really good one. I thought it was a fantastic way to begin my journey. Just after I sat down and buckled up, I had to stand back up to let a girl sit down. Within thirty seconds of her getting situated, we were headlong into a great conversation, and it all started when she asked me, "So, are you just going to New York for a long weekend?" From there our conversation spanned to everything from food to politics to the environment to different cities to the American public. It was fantastic. She explained to me why she starts conversations and it was because she met a guy once on her own travels who just struck up a conversation with her and her friend in such a sincere way that she decided that she would start doing it too. It was nice. By the end of the conversation, we had exchanged cards and hopefully she'll drop me a line. She works for an environmental non-profit in Hawaii, so I figure she's a good person to know, whether it's knowing where to go in Hawaii or networking for my friends in the environmental industry.
The second flight wasn't as good. After a four and a half hour layover in JFK, I boarded the plane to Schlipol International Airport. There was no chatty girl from Hawaii next to me, but instead a kind of quiet eastern European man who I failed to strike up a conversation with. We sat at the gate in our seats for about an hour and a half before we even pushed off. The we spent another half hour to forty-five minutes on the runway waiting for clearance. Oh man, it was murder. I think the only amusing part of that flight was a little girl somewhere behind me singing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.
Even worse, when I got to Amsterdam, my luggage was not there. That sucked. I found it rather impossible seeing as I gate checked my pack. I still don't know where my bag is, but Delta is on the case and they have the number of my hotel. My hotel knows I'm missing my bag too. But anyways, I'm here and I'm not sweating it too much. I have the month to myself and it will be fantastic.
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Have a great time, bro!!
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