It's All About the People
January 7th, 2001Do you know what's more fun than seeing the enchanted Westminster Abbey of London?
Hearing Raquel (Portuguese) and Marc (German) talk about how they met at the University of Westminster.
Do you know what's more fun than seeing the enchanted Westminster Abbey of London?
Hearing Raquel (Portuguese) and Marc (German) talk about how they met at the University of Westminster.
"English, French, German, Spanish, um, a little Russian, and a little Chinese."
"You can speak ALL those languages?"
"Yea."
"And how old are you?"
"Fourteen."
I still can't help thinking, "Ohmigosh there's no one driving that car!" whenever I see a car drive by on the street.
But duh, I keep forgetting that I'm in London now.
"Museum Way, please," I said to the cab driver.
"Museum Way? No. Get out."
"Huh?"
The car door was still open when he started taking off with me in the back seat.
Good bye, New York.
I'm sitting on the plane right now, on my way to San Francisco. It's about a six hour ride. The batteries on my laptop are almost gone, so I need to write this ramble quickly.
I'm nervous about Monday. I'm nervous and anxious. On Monday I start my new job.
I blame the dog for losing my pants.
Well, not the dog directly. But he was definitely indirectly involved.
It was the end of a weekend night like any other.
I stumbled into Penn Station and crashed into a wall. I held onto the wall momentarily for fear of falling off the Earth. It's cold tiles were comforting to the hot and loud beating drum in my head.
"Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft."
I'm coming to another major milestone in my life: To move or not to move.
I've lived in New York all my life. From birth to adolescence, from being a teenager to being a college student.
Rarely have I traveled far from New Yorkâthe extent of my travels kept me within the tri-state area (New York, New Jersey, and Connecticut).
It's time to go again. It's time to go to the airport to sit and wait for a delayed flight. Time to fall asleep on the plane after munching on my ten peanuts (no more, no less).
Since February of 1999, I've been traveling almost every week. I've gotten a few stories from it. This is one of them.