Il y a trois jours avant que nous partons pour Paris!! Wait, what? You don’t speak French? Sorry. Let me translate that. There are only three days until we leave for Paris!!
This week has been crazy busy trying to get ready. We’ve had class for 2 ½ hours every day, reviewing our travel plans, discussing France’s business and political economy, and learning French. We’ve all been getting to know each other a lot better, which has been great. Everyone (including the professors) is really excited.
Tomorrow, I’m turning in my application to spend next fall studying in Northern Ireland.
The idea of studying abroad has been on my radar since childhood, and exactly one year ago, I got a taste of international travel with the London trip. But a longer-term commitment in Northern Ireland has been wheeling around in the back of my head since my freshman year.
First off, I apologize for being late on this post. I haven’t blogged in over a month and that is due in large part to my busy schedule. This town had a very interesting October. Since my last post, our nation experienced the first partial government shutdown in 17 years. The House and Senate were unable to agree on a budget to fund the federal government and as a result national parks, monuments, and museums were closed and between half a million to 800,000 federal employees were furloughed – including myself.
Washington, D.C. is the most powerful city in the world. For two hundred years it has been a destination for those who want to make a difference in the world. The history you read about in textbooks, the debates you watch on the news – it all happens here.
So in my previous post, I mentioned that the post was going to be possibly the last one from India. Somewhat true. As I write this, I am sitting in New Delhi Airport, waiting for my flight to Frankfurt. So in a manner, this is my last post from India. It is just a matter of convenience that I will upload it online when I reach Frankfurt, with its glorious 30 minutes of free internet.
So as I write this, I have 6 days left at home, and then I come back stateside. It has been an interesting last 3 months. A short summary would be that I flew from Boise to Kashmir, which took me 2 days. and then, 2 days later, I flew from Kashmir to Guwahati, to do my Davis Peace Project with Operation Smile. Coming back after almost a month, I stayed at home for 10 days and went to Leh to meet my old friend Sohum. Post that, I have been roving around the valley, in spite of the local troubles.
I have wanted to go to France, and especially Paris, for as long as I can remember. I read the Madeline books when I was little and fell in love. I took French classes and learned the language and the culture. I read books about Paris. I hosted a French exchange student. And this summer, I finally got to go.
A lot of us get some sort of financial aid to cover our college tuition but we rarely look at how that affects our attitudes.
During the summer break, I had the option of either staying in the U.S. and getting a campus job or going home. I would have had to get airfare and find a job back in Lesotho which would not even pay me half as much as what I would be getting in the U.S. Nonetheless, I flew home.
As I write this (this seems to be a common thing I say in my blogs, right?), It is 2:30 a.m. in Leh, Jammu and Kashmir, India. For those of you who actually bothered to read my previous blog posts/cared, I just came back from spending almost a month in Guwahati, working on my Davis Project for Peace. And now, from an area where the highest recorded precipitation in the world is a common occurrence, and it got so hot that 20 odd people died, I ended up here, in Leh.