I can't sleep. Sometimes I feel like five days from now I'm going to just walk off the face of the earth. Yet I'm so excited to be this whole new person and take pictures and soak it all in that it makes up for the scary whole-new-country-where-people-don't-really-speak-English-and-the-beaurocrats-are-renowned-for-being-exceedingly-unhelpful... Maybe I go on about it too much, but really, moving from the "bubble" or the Ville of Sack to this huge city where I won't know a soul until like 7 days later when everyone starts to arrive?
(I'm really not THAT scared, it's just that it's 1:15 am here and I'm tired and what's the point of a blog if all I say is how un-scared I am to pick up and go? it would be so brave and boring)
Rana you'd probably say my "dukah" (sp?) is getting to me.
You know what the worst part is? I realized last week that I have never really been anywhere where I was completely unable to communicate or be understood. Sure I was in Mexico for like a week, but that was at a resort and really... Spanish is practically French anyway. But I'm going to Germany on the 6th!!! The couple I'm staying with told me to wait at the station at the booth that says "Deutsche Bahn - Auskunft" so that they can find me. For all I know that could say "Donuts!!! Welcome to Hannover!!!" or "Here stands stupid foreigner" or maybe "Douche Ban in effect - No douchebags allowed". I'm so fucked.