Day One

I'm gonna work a little medias res on ya:

(we'll see if I get that correct)

I am currently sitting on the ground of a fantastically old building, with fantastically breath-taking views (including fantastically tanned people). I've managed roughly four hours of sleep rolled in a ball, head wrapped in a pashmina, spine curled in a way it definitely should not be. I am delirious. I have eaten an entire bag of sweedish berries within a span of fifteen minutes. I look like a complete mess. My hair is literally thrown in a pony tail that's been slept on and matted down. I still feel great, though. 

When I got to the gate, I was a li'l' awkward, as to be expected. So, I sat reading Cole's Notes on the Iliad. Not exactly the most exciting literature. The speaker went, blah, blah. So, I get up to stand in line. But, instead I sit at the closest seats to the check in. THEN! (I was very pleased) Some very nice, very bald man asked me if I was alone and if i wanted to board the plane now. I skipped the entire line. Muahaha! Being charming can feel great. 

After roughly 8 hours and 51 minutes of flight we landed. I was staying close to the girls I had sat with on the plane. Deejay, and Cassi. We walked together tot he baggage claim, and this is where I meet Dalia. Dalia. This girl must have checked every single ID on every single black or blue suitcase. She started muttering to me nervously. I swear, this girl is the chattiest of all Cathys I know. She's lebanese, allergic to wheat, prefers small to large dogs, and is really a very nervousanxiousshygirlsomeofthetime. But, she's nice! 

The bus ride over was absolutely beautiful (what I caught of it when chatty Cathy wasn't chatting). We got off, ate, and walked. This town is so cliche/stereotypical in terms of old european charm and beauty. Seriously, everything looks old and meaningful. I wish everyone could see this, and I hope that you all one day do. I wouldn't do it justice to try and describe. 

(think cobble stone streets, narrow walkways, and alleys upon alleys)

The class had a little bit of an orientation of the school, and of the town. Apparently a miracle happened here? It's just lovely. I mean, c'mon. There's a frickin' rose/swan garden. Yes. A swan garden. 

And now, I am sitting here. Exhausted. Jet-lagged. Delirious. But, I feel great. 

Ciao, xx

Sophie

P.s (Serena: three Joe Joans look alikes spotted)

P.s.s (Wasy: some kid was wearing a Doodlebop t-shirt in the airport. 

          It made me think of you. )