i got to a place that i had never been...

...and everything was old and stuff. and i don't know why.

After the most hellacious airplane experience of my short life. I am in Oxford, UK. Staying at Wadham College. There's a sink in my room.

I got off the plane. I was half-conscious. I got on a bus called "airliner". I smiled when the driver said, "jolly-good morning".

I realized we were driving on the left side of the road. At first I was scared and then I stopped being scared.

I thought to myself, "holy shit, I'm in Britain!" I listened to one song on my laptop which was dying and looked at the trees and realized that Britain looks a lot like Wisconsin and got into a cab with a driver who said a lot of things I couldn't understand and the I arrived.

So. I'm here now. I can say that I've eaten stuffed grape leaves and drank Beck's with Nigerians who work for the Red Cross and UNHCR and Swiss graduate students and a guy who was from Botswana but now he lives in Canada and I can't remember what he does.

There are eighty people here doing this thing, they are from 46 countries.

I wasn't going to post the rest of the stuff that's happened. But then I wrote it talking to Emily and I liked it. So here:

there's not much to tell
i got here
i went to "class"
i met some people, they didn't seem to want to talk to me
i had lunch with a worker guy
he was nice
i talked to the lady about my presentation topic
and i went to the reception
had a glass or red wine, and some grape leaves
talked to a few people
left
wandered
bought imperial leather, aquafresh, some gillette blue II razors, and a dr pepper
i stole a postcard for my grandma
then i took a bath.

God save the,
-kevin