“To be on a quest is nothing more or less than to become an asker of questions.” -Sam Keen

Monday, January 31, 2011


What a day, what a day! As one would expect, it was an emotional whirlwind. I woke up this morning and ran around like a crazy person trying finish everything I’d forgotten (mostly making copies of paperwork and putting together my photo album). I was feeling so anxious Mariel, Mom, and Linda took me to the airport, and after paying 60 dollars (!#@$#) to check my bags, we hugged, kissed, cried, and said goodbye.

I was actually really early checking in, so I sat and stewed for an hour and a half before boarding the plane. The flight was pleasant and uneventful. Getting myself to the hotel was another matter entirely. Apparently my hotel only has one or two put-put minibuses to shuttle people to and from the airport. Unfortunately, when you’re dealing with PC trainees, you’re dealing with a lot of luggage. The little red bus passed me three times before I finally pitched a fit and basically forced the driver to let me on (just for the record, I gave him a good tip). It look about an hour and a half to go four blocks. In retrospect, I should’ve just taken a taxi.

Once I got to the hotel and checked in, I had a minor meltdown about what to wear to registration (I felt sooo underdressed), got everything straightened out, and then went out to dinner with another girl from my group. The ropa vieja was delicious. Now I’m back in the hotel room for some much needed shut eye.

Sweet dreams, cyberspace.

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