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last of CO

Thursday, January 31st, 2013

The rest of our trip was spent just hanging out at Mary’s sister’s house watching DOWNTON ABBEY (so good) and exploring the town of Boulder. The little out door area (Peal Street Mall I believe it was) was adorable! We went to dinner at a Mediterranean Restaurant for dinner and split tons of different tapas before I stalked out a used bookstore, Boulder Bookstore, and we spent forever in there looking at everything they had to offer.

Before our flight we went on one last walk to enjoy the views that we would be missing back in Virginia.

Nothing like being home again though

UNTIL NEXT TIME!

-kk


hello america

Sunday, June 10th, 2012

home again home again, can’t believe it has been a month!

we traveled for 16 hours today including all the busses, trams, and flights. then i had a 2 1/2 hour drive home after all of that.

the flights went well our first flight we had a 2 hour delay on which ended up not being terrible and we were lucky because we originally had a 4 hour layover in London so we weren’t cutting our flights close. when we reached london, nicole, mary and I ate at a restaurant called Giraffe which is something we should bring to the states. its like Chili’s only a healthier selection.

Tram at the London Airport

Our second flight was not crowded at all. it was LOVELY. mary and I even scored an entire center row just for the two of us which we took over spreading out happily watching movies for the 8 hour flight. flying in style thats us. When the attendant came around asking if we wanted anything to drink i asked if they had ice tea which he thought was hilarious and said “We don’t believe in that in the UK!” then i asked for  a coke instead and he was still in a good mood and gave me two with a large cup of ice. hey ill take it.

We were so happy to see the “Welcome to the United States” sign. we got through customs easily AND all of our suitcases made it. man we are lucky. After exiting i had a very welcoming sight of my parents and Kyle waiting for me :) Kyle even made a shirt with kissing fish (if you don’t understand our nicknames are “fishy”) a bouquet of roses and a HUGE bottle of water. happiest thing ever. I said my goodbyes and left. (i already miss having everyone everyday). the 2 1/2 hour ride home was the killer for me. i was just ready to be back and done with traveling at this point. we got silver diner for dinner (it was like 4am for me at this time) and when i got home i quickly passed out. its so nice to be back in my bed! i miss mary a lot (i was with her 24/7 literally) but lets just say I’m not losing sleep over it haha

i miss everyone from the trip!

-K

FINAL POST!

this trip was absolutely amazing. i made great friends, saw great places, and learned so many interesting facts all at the same time. I WOULD highly recommend other students to take this opportunity only this is actually the last year it was available. both professors (WHO WERE FANTASTIC!) have been doing this together for 20 years and have finally decided they are finished and no one is left to take their place. HOWEVER, i strongly believe everyone who has the opportunity to study abroad should take it. its an experience like no other and its great to actually get shoved in another culture and see how they live day to day. my two favorite cities would have to be prague and london. i thought they both just had so much history to offer as well i had a ton of fun at these locations. thanks so much for reading everyone! and if you have anymore questions about locations or anything feel free to ask!


Two Sunsets Over the Pacific

Monday, August 22nd, 2011

Getting into the United States via customs was quite the ordeal. The lines we had to wait in were tremendously long and moved at a snails pace. Julie was so busy texting for the first time in two and a half weeks that she hardly noticed, but Dad, a man of far too many words and no patience was very verbal about his distaste for the situation.Some jems from the hour we spent trying to get through customs:

Dad: “It shouldn’t take me this long to get into the country I am a citizen of! I’m not a terrorist just let me in already!”

 

Dad: “This is like being back at Safeway, they have 18 registers but only four people working. Isn’t it great to be back in the United States? This would never happen in Fiji, nobody cares about blowing that place up, they’re too busy smoking dope.”

 

Dad: “Allah allah ackbar! Osama Jihad!”

Mom: Michael! Shut Up!

Dad: ” I was trying to get us through the line faster”

Mom: “You’re going to get us detained! I want to get home! ”

Dad: ” We are home! This is America now, I was BORN IN THE USA!”

Julie: “Do you have any original thoughts that aren’t Bruce Springstein lyrics?

Me: “doubtful, highly doubtful”

 

After finally making it through border control we had to collect our bags only to then re deposit them on a conveyer belt no more than 100 feet away from the one we pulled them off of, so they would make it onto the next flight. Then we had to find our way through the labyrinth that is LAX to the American Airlines check-in desk so we could get our boarding passes for our last flight. It was around eleven in the morning as we were doing this, and our DC flight didn’t leave till 10 pm. Thankfully, Dads childhood friend Pete lives in LA and had agreed to pick us up at the airport so we wouldn’t be stuck sitting in LAX all day. After we had our flight all squared away we met up with him and he took us to a hotel where they he had very graciously gotten us a room so we could shower and change. Julie and I thought this to be the greatest miracle of mercy. Even though I was zonked not having slept hardly at all for a good 24 hours at this point, I was also quite hungry, so Pete and his family took us out to this little Japanese restaurant in LA for a real meal. Since this was the first time Julie or I had been to LA Mom suggested we do a little sightseeing after having eaten. Pete suggested that we take a stroll on the Santa Monica Pier. Even though it was an 85+ degree day, once the sun starting to go down the temperature dropped to be in the 60s and Julie and I started shivering in our shorts and t-shirts. Julie and I were perplexed. Having lived in the muggy swamp of northern Virginia where it consistently feels like you are inside someone’s mouth every time you walk outside from late May to mid September, we were confused at the notion that one could feel chilly after sundown. You mean to tell me that in other places of the world it actually gets cold when the sun is no longer shining? BIZARRE!

 

On the Santa Monica Pier in LA

We watched the sun set over the pacific ocean on 19th of July twice. Once in Fiji, and then we flew back in time and saw it set again in California. Having now been up for almost a day and a half by the time we got off the Santa Monica pier Julie and I wanted nothing more than to get some sleep. We asked to be taken back to the hotel so we could sleep and Mom and Dad went out with Pete and his wife for a drink. I was so sleep deprived at this point that as soon as I found myself on a horizontal surface I passed the hell out and I have no memory of anything that happened after that. At some point I was woken up and we somehow ended up on another plane, but my memory of this is foggy at best. I only got maybe two hours of sleep in the hotel which was not enough to make up the deficit of sleep I had incurred in the last two days. We boarded our DC bound flight at 10 pm and I think they showed a movie, but I was in such a state it felt like my body was producing LSD naturally, so maybe I just imagined that I watched animated brightly colored talking birds. I can’t say I remember either way.

Even though I was exhausted and my brain was desperate for some shut down time, I couldn’t get comfortable on the flight with the two screaming babies sitting in front of me and a seat that didn’t recline far enough. Luckily I had a window seat so I watched the lights of middle America pass underneath until the sun rose, which was magnificent to behold.

We landed around 7 am and I had never been so happy to be at Dulles Airport in my short young life as I was when we got off that plane. We picked up our bags and made our way outside to find that we had picked the perfect time to come home, we were in the middle of a heatwave! Good ole Virginia in July. Good to know some things never change. Our next door neighbor was there to pick us up when we got outside, so we loaded up our luggage and began the final leg of our trans global journey home. On our way home from the airport we had to take 66 to get to the parkway, so in a 24 hour period we saw both ends of route 66 without seeing any of the middle.

 

Once we finally made it home I was completely drained of all energy, but somehow managed to unpack all three suitcases I had, and shower before crashing hardcore into a deep and restful sleep, finally at home and in my purple room in my purple bed. Life was good and it was good to be home.