One time I went to India. It took 51 hours.
I feel awkward when I can't understand Indian people.
We are going shopping soon.
I don't like Indian food. Good excuse to diet.
Driving in India is c-c-c-crazy!
I really like the classes. When I can understand the profs, anyways
Monday, May 30, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
say wha
I wouldn't call myself a travel virgin or anything. Still very inexperienced, I guess.
Anyways, I HATE FLYING. I hate it. I’m not scared of it. I just hate it. I think it stems from when I flew to Calgary for the Stampede with Jenna and Lynn. Well, Jen and Lynn were on another flight. I was all by myself. I did not have friends. I did not have an Ipod. I did not have a magazine. I was too cheap to pay three dollars to get ear buds for the movies. I did not have a watch. Anyways, eventually the woman beside me said, “do you want my magazine?” Lynn makes fun of me for that. This is not that interesting of a paragraph. I realize that now.
Lynn and Jen want to go down south and then to Calgary again next year. Because of this India trip I don’t think I’ll have the funds to do it and that makes me sad. But I mean, it’s India! Even though I've never been "down south" but I'm assuming it would be everything I've seen in photos. Tacky braids and cheap rum and coconut bikinis. I love the beach here at home though (as long as my towel is big enough to hide my body). So yeah, once I have a successful job and cute fiancé and no kids I'll plan a trip to Mehico. But not right now.
What scares me is that while I have been a few places in the world (look at this photo of me in Europe with the beautiful sister. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING WHY DID I HAVE THOSE CLOTHES ON IS THIS WHY BOYS DIDN’T KISS ME), is that I don’t really remember a lot. A lot of it just seems surreal. So while I don’t want to go to India and experience it just through a camera lens, I want to make an effort to take a million photos and write a diary and actually experience it all.
Yeah, so I hope India teaches me a lot. But I hope she's gentle.
Anyways, I HATE FLYING. I hate it. I’m not scared of it. I just hate it. I think it stems from when I flew to Calgary for the Stampede with Jenna and Lynn. Well, Jen and Lynn were on another flight. I was all by myself. I did not have friends. I did not have an Ipod. I did not have a magazine. I was too cheap to pay three dollars to get ear buds for the movies. I did not have a watch. Anyways, eventually the woman beside me said, “do you want my magazine?” Lynn makes fun of me for that. This is not that interesting of a paragraph. I realize that now.
Lynn and Jen want to go down south and then to Calgary again next year. Because of this India trip I don’t think I’ll have the funds to do it and that makes me sad. But I mean, it’s India! Even though I've never been "down south" but I'm assuming it would be everything I've seen in photos. Tacky braids and cheap rum and coconut bikinis. I love the beach here at home though (as long as my towel is big enough to hide my body). So yeah, once I have a successful job and cute fiancé and no kids I'll plan a trip to Mehico. But not right now.
What scares me is that while I have been a few places in the world (look at this photo of me in Europe with the beautiful sister. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING WHY DID I HAVE THOSE CLOTHES ON IS THIS WHY BOYS DIDN’T KISS ME), is that I don’t really remember a lot. A lot of it just seems surreal. So while I don’t want to go to India and experience it just through a camera lens, I want to make an effort to take a million photos and write a diary and actually experience it all.
Yeah, so I hope India teaches me a lot. But I hope she's gentle.
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