As I lay in bed with my best friend, Emily, I refuse to believe I'll be in Europe in just 48 hours. Who am I going to snuggle with? What will my roommate think when I ask her if she's okay if I sleep naked? Does she chew loud? (if you know me you know this is a serious question) Honestly, one of my main concerns is... will I have heat in the apartment? I already know I don't have a dryer... Will the buttered pasta be as yummy as it is in the US? Am I going to eat? I may come back 20 pounds lighter. Do they have Krispy Kreme there? (no) I am slightly excited to eat Spanish cereal. I may discover a new favorite.
Anyways, I read about the four stages of cultural adjustment. If I instant message, email, or Facebook anyone saying I'm sad please tell me to shut up and remind me of how lucky I am and of all the cute boys I will meet. Also, feel free to contact me via WhatsApp (iphone app...its free) or via the internet. I know I will need some e-lovin.
I originally was assigned to do a blog for my school through the yearbook and I figured I could just use what I write for them for my own blog that my friends and family can read so I don't have to retell all the stories of me making a fool of myself/traveling to beautiful cities. My personal blog will be a lot more interesting than my school one, but they don't need to know that.
I feel a little corny for doing this (I feel like I am writing in my diary), but I know I will be happy when in one year when I forget everything I saw and did because of my tragically terrible memory that I have these posts to help me reminisce. So to my new and loyal blog readers... Ciao bellas.
Besos de Mandy xx
Anyways, I read about the four stages of cultural adjustment. If I instant message, email, or Facebook anyone saying I'm sad please tell me to shut up and remind me of how lucky I am and of all the cute boys I will meet. Also, feel free to contact me via WhatsApp (iphone app...its free) or via the internet. I know I will need some e-lovin.
I originally was assigned to do a blog for my school through the yearbook and I figured I could just use what I write for them for my own blog that my friends and family can read so I don't have to retell all the stories of me making a fool of myself/traveling to beautiful cities. My personal blog will be a lot more interesting than my school one, but they don't need to know that.
I feel a little corny for doing this (I feel like I am writing in my diary), but I know I will be happy when in one year when I forget everything I saw and did because of my tragically terrible memory that I have these posts to help me reminisce. So to my new and loyal blog readers... Ciao bellas.
Besos de Mandy xx