I have arrived in Deustchland!
It’s official. I slept in past noon today, and now I am studying maps of the Altstadt and Straßenbahn. It’s incredible to wander the city aimlessly and stumble into all of Freiburg’s treasures, but on this third day, my blisters are really starting to disagree with me, so study I must.
I want to say something first:
This is a blog about being a student in Rome and I do not want it to degenerate into a blog about Rome. I am not here to post Facebook statuses intended to make you envious, brag about my adventures, or Instagram Italian food porn. Nor is this blog a personal one. It would be inappropriate for me to treat it like many students treat their own blogs: simply as a journal for the documentation of daily, albeit extraordinary, life abroad.
I have been waiting for this ever since I realized that Johnny and Sid originated from you ,and that God save the Queen was about none other than your Queen, and that the Pistols’ sharpie scheme was made for the Kingdom to which you belong.
Kia Ora!
Here’s the new poem! If you haven’t noticed I have difficulty ending poems, so this one is no different. Enjoy!
Sailing
The ever floating ship
It’s sails never resting
Heat boiling from its insides
Turning the air to a certain ash
As it floats, directionless
Aiming to alienate audiences
It coasts, into the dark caves
Where the stars can still be seen
And the long enduring pensive moon
Rests, but never sleeps
Back to school!
The only coat I’m bringing for the winter, or super soft blanket I just got last week? . . . The only coat I’m bringing for the winter, or super soft blanket I just got last week?
Essentially, Siena is everything I could have imagined and at the very same time unimaginable.
Let me explain.
It is so beautiful here. So unbelievably beautiful that myself and two other students discussed how it feels like it
It has now been about two weeks since I arrived, weary and nervous, in Madrid-Barajas Airport. Everything about that first day was daunting and overwhelming. I met my IES Abroad Program Coordinators/Directors in the airport and, only minutes later, my host “father”. It was as I was being driven to what is now my home until December 21st that I had to face reality that I would be living in Spain, 32oo miles away from home, and be speaking Spanish all day, everyday.