Here I am on my first plane ride of the day: Portland,
Oregon to the Big Apple. I must admit, even though I am sitting here on a plane
to Manchester, I still find it hard to believe that first of all, I am
heading to a foreign country (finally!)
and second of all that I am going to be studying abroad for the next four
months. It just has yet to fully sink in I suppose. I am sure, however, that it
will hit about the time I start flying over the Atlantic Ocean. But then again,
maybe it won’t…
This week has definitely been interesting. It seems like I
spent quite a bit of time this week at Spirit Mountain Casino. Not that that is
a bad thing, cause I like gambling a bit more than I probably should. Then
again, there were probably a zillion more productive things that I could have
actually done with my time, but that is beside the point. That was still time
that I got to spend with my grandparents, which was nice. Plus, I am going to
be casino-less until January, so I had to get as much in this week as I possibly
could.
Other than that, I spent most of the week taking care of my
great-grandma. She now has a fairly clean house, new light bulbs in three of
her lights, her spare beds are made, groceries in her fridge and I got rid of
the algae infestation in her fish tank. All in all, a pretty busy week. And
then, I had to leave her behind and go to my grandparents’ house so they could
take me to the airport at 330 this morning. Talk about difficult, for the both
of us. But, after lots of hugging and tears, I made it out of there okay. And I
think she was okay too, at least until she called me last night to tell me good
night. Then the tears started again.
This week, I also became an expert cribbage player, if I do
say so myself. One game, I was almost 30 points ahead of my grandma and my
aunt. I even succeeded in beating Grandpa Giddings in two games. I won’t say
how many games I lost to him though… I just have to get a bit of practice in
while I’m abroad so I can really kick his but when I get back to the states. I
just wish that I could count as fast as him and Aunt Toni. I swear, they just
glance at the cards and can name all their points. I, on the other hand, have
to go the long way of “15-2, 15-4, and a pair is 6.” One day!
Leaving at the airport was pretty hard too. Grandpa started
crying, which did not help me in the slightest. I did make some new friends in
the security line though. Grandma asked me if I had enough money for my trip,
and I of course said “No, but you have my account number.” The people behind me
just loved it, and kept talking about it almost the entire way up to the front
of security.
Well, the next time I blog it will be from foreign soil, so
be prepared for the start of lots of pictures, and of course the start to blogs
that have a bit more adventure in them J
Hasta Europa (Until Europe)!!!!
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