While we were in line for security at the airport, which took forever, we saw a sign that said "no photos" in English and in Gaelic. The Gaelic part said "grianghrafadóireacht". I don't know why but I loved how long that word was in comparison to "no photos". I told my friend Mel I was going to take a picture of it, and she just gave me that stare. "Amy, you can't take a damn photo. Can't you read?"
Security only got better from there. My friend Jordan and I get through, and we watch as Mel gets stopped by the machine you walk through. We started laughing because she seemed so startled by the beeping sound. This security guard then turns to us and says, "We'll have to check you two as well if you are going to continue to laugh." We stopped.
Fast forward to the airplane. It happened to be a propellor plane. That's right. I might have said a little prayer before I boarded. I was all of a sudden startled to hear Melanie's voice, "Amy, your voice carries like Pocahontas in the wind." Oh. I guess it was a small plane. And I was situated next to my TA Nick and best friend Jordan. Of course it was social hour. Literally, the flight was an hour. But I actually tried to sleep. As soon as we were off the ground the captain announced we were on our initial descent. LOL. Not really, but you can imagine how fast that flight went.
My teacher was looking out the window like a little kid in a candy shop: smile on face, excited for the rockiness that the propellors were going to bring. Don't ask me why he was so happy.
After landing and being in England for an hour, I already knew I'm going to move here. Kids still wear healies. You know, the shoes from the 90s/00s that had wheels. Stellar.
Quick shout out to my friend Jackson on the trip for secretly reading and talking about my blog to other people. I find out all, and was so happy to hear this :)
Anywho, we were all starving after the flight and the one hour bus ride to the campus of the University of Liverpool, where we are staying. As a group, we went to lunch at a nice Italian place. I got lasagne for the fiftieth time this trip, no regrets.
All of a sudden this happens:
This is the head of the chemistry department at Northeastern, buying us toilet paper because the dorm didn't give us any. We all cried. He's the man.
Besides that, we just chilled and went to an Asian take out place to get food when dinner rolled around. My fried rice was dry. Guess I came to the wrong continent for Asian food. Oh well.
Gotta go to the loo now!
peace.love.meep
-amyjoy engl(andes)
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