Journal Entry
Wednesday, June 17th 2015
"It’s official. I lost my iPod somewhere on this trip around the globe. I am no longer allowed to drown out the outside world with old playlists. And I'm glad. Spanish opera hymns above me as I sit on the train. Coche 12 en el asiento 5A."
"I am surrounded by businessmen, classy ladies in chic attire, and the occasional group of backpackers. And my friend Bam. She’s like me. Seriously, we are dangerous together. We don’t really know what time really means. (We get distracted easily). Bam said this particular phrase to me on the bus last night, as we approached city centre. At first, it unnerved me because I didn’t think it meant anything, it was cliche. But then,
BRAIN EXPLODES
We are free from the constraints of scheduled routines.
Well, once we are done with flights, trains, buses, etc. (you DO NOT want to miss a flight with Ryan Air). We will be able to roam the beach, endlessly floating in a world within the world of merchants and writers, and roamers and drinkers.
Before I landed overseas I was terrified of being a stupid American.
I thought everyone would be rude to me because of my ignorance. My age also made me apprehensive. I knew nothing about the world outside of my family, and close friends. I wasn't big on facts in history and politics, economy and not to mention, I'm exceptional when it comes to being awkward. I talk too much. My name's fucking Gabby.
But on this train,
That fear
d i s s o l v e d
thanks to my internal monologue. It actually sounds like my mom talking to me. The soothing reminder that I knew how to speak Spanish crept into my mind. I thought to myself, "It's the beginning of my trip abroad, I know people are rude. But so far, it’s just like Los Angeles -- where people are busy and preoccupied with their own lives."
"Yes I could be an annoyance, but for anyone who goes out of their way (two awesome folks so far) that makes me believe strangers will be available when you least expect anyone to lend you a hand."