Getting There

Alright, time to begin blogging again! I figure after a couple months, and at the beginning of yet another international adventure, the time for blogging has returned. For any who are concerned, I do actually intend to write on this blog occasionally when in the grand United States of America… just haven’t made that happen quite yet.

I’m currently sitting on the curb at the Utah State Romney football stadium. The home of the winning Aggies against BYU last night, 31 -16. Sorry for any who may be on the losing end, but even when talking about leaving the country, the game is still significant enough to deserve mention.

The bus may be late! We were certainly told to be there by/at noon. The attitude toward time on this trip appears to be that of my old band teacher: early is on time, on time is late, and you’re late, you’re dead. In this case, late means being trapped in a dominant French speaking nations with only the ability to say “je suis Lindsie, je suis etudiant” (I am Lindsie, I am a student.) Now, I’m quite confident your thoughts are something along these lines : Why Lindsie! That’s great! Where did you learn enough French to get by? Or maybe “if I spoke that much French, I would be on a plane tomorrow with no fears! Well, in my head, the reaction is something like this: In a foreign country, being able to identify myself and my own occupation…. Is the last thing I could ever need to express. I’m lost, but I’m a student. Oh, well if you’re a student, we know just what to do with you ;) There are many tales of Francophone (French speaking) rudeness… I’ll let you know what I find.

Ok, fast forward. Sitting on the plane. A bus ride of playing 12-player scum, resume updates, and blink games later, we’re off. I’m sorry to any Y fans, but I have to let you know, walking through the airport with nearly a dozen USU shirts among us – we did get comments about the game, and the respective abilities and efforts of each team. It was a moment of pride.

So, I’m getting comfortable with this airplane thing. After this flight… I think I can, with confidence, say that I have spent 30 hours on an airplane this calendar year. Not quite a home away from home, but certainly a situation in which I am comfortable (except for my knee… which starts acting up after I’ve sat down for the next 10 hours?? Stupid thing..)

Enjoyment of an airplane : the boy behind me getting my attention (through Wicked playing through my headphones) and informed me that I was cheating on my solitaire game!! Ok, so maybe I was clicking for a new game if it looked just too hard… but that’s not cheating, right? J so now I feel a little guilty choosing a new game, and have been playing legitimately, for any who were concerned.

Alright, laying in bed now. Its 11 pm. I left Logan 26 hours ago, and haven’t slept much since.