Sunday, March 30, 2008

first of all. it's not nice to write comments like that on my blog. it made me miss you and it might cause a bad case of homesickness later on.

I wrote some stuff in the e-mail but this is where I'll put all the interesting stuff. just kidding, but I will probably go more into detail about certain things in my blog.

to start from the beginning: we arrived at the Kennedy Airpot in New York, while walking through immigration (they checked our Visas and you had to leave fingerprints) Amina dissapered. Me and Sofie walked to the right and got to the baggage claim, Amina went to the left and she was gone. first we located our suitcases, and then Amina's suitcases. then we looked around and Sofie went to ask the people at the desks. no one knew. we waited some more and after a while I gathered some courage and asked a policeman. the policeman was really sweet, he told me not to be nervous - just tell him what I needed. I explained that we'd lost our friend and we were beginning to worry. he told me that sometimes the fingerprints need to be re-done and not to worry - our friend would show up soon. at that moment I loved him. we were a bit lost, worried for Amina and the man at the desk hadn't been very nice. and here he was. a total stranger. someone we'd met a moment ago and he vas nice and made everything seem ok.
as you know Amina showed up and the policeman came up to us, we told him that this was our missing friend and he took us to the exit. we didn't have to wait in line and show the papers - he took them and wished us a pleasant stay. my first encounter with Americans in America wasn't so nice - grumpy immigrations guy- but the second American more than made up for it.

when we were on the New York tour we had a guide who was really funny, at one point he said: " This is where Titanic would've docked, but we all know how that went with Leonardo DiCaprio and his blue lips. glup glup glup"

George made American/Canadian pancakes this morning, I was a bit doubtful at first since last time I ate American pancakes I had really bad cramps for an hour afterwards, remember the badness E? but not to worry the pancakes were really really good, he promised to teach me how to do them.

I almost forgot. at the movie theater yesterday we took som pictures and as soon as Franzi puts them in the computer I'll put them on facebook or here. you're really gonna like this S =)

Monday, March 24, 2008

wow. tomorrow it’s actually time to get on the plane and go to New York. my bags are packed and I’m pretty much ready to go. amazing.
still not nervous. but as L pointed out I’m probably in denial, which is a very nice place. I've been there before.
I promise to update my blog and there will probably be some mass e-mails too (I know they are somewhat impersonal, and I’m not that much of a fan of them myself, but that’s the easiest way. sorry)

as Dorothy said:
- Scarecrow, I think I'm going to miss you most of all.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

it’s crazy.
in a week, give or take a few hours, I’ll be in New York. New York – a shoe lover’s paradise, not that I can afford or walk in the shoes I dream about, but in a week I’ll be in the same country as them. which to me is a dream come true :)


I’ll also be in the country which I’ll spend the next thirteen months. living with people who I’ve only talked to on the phone. living close to Seattle – everything I know about that city I’ve learned from Grey’s Anatomy. is that a reliable source of information?
crazy.

the craziest part though is the fact that I’m still not nervous. that’s also the part that scares me the most. it’s reached a point where I’m starting to get nervous about getting nervous. this also puts me at a whole new level of silliness, a level which I didn’t even knew existed.
let me say it again: crazy


it’s an adventure of a life time.

and yes it’s crazy

but it’s also oh-so-exiting.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

soon it will be over. thank goodness!
being that I’m somewhat of a perfectionist and add the fact that the seamstress-gene in my DNA is missing sewing a dress for my father was not such a brilliant idea (don’t worry, he’s wearing it as part of a Schlager show at F&S – no funny business here :)
when I decided to do it I had an idea of how it would turn out, unfortunately my sewing skills didn’t quite match my vision.
give me some paper, glue, colours and other fun materials and I can create almost anything I set my mind to.
my point: I’m not a seamstress and it will be along long time until I put myself behind a sewing machine again.
if ever.

Saturday, March 08, 2008

sunshine + visitors from Germany = a walk on the beach
(yay for cell phone with camera)