When I left for Chile on my first solo international flight, the gravity of the situation set in as I flipped through my Spanish dictionary a few hours before landing and realized that I, despite the rigors of high school classes, had no idea how to speak Spanish. On my second solo flight to Buenos Aires, it hit me when the cab driver dropping me off at my less-than-centrally-located hostel insisted that he wait to make sure I made it to the door without getting robbed.
Yet, despite being here for two weeks, I'm still not sure if I've fully comprehended the absurd and incredible luck I've had to become a Marshall Scholar. I'm in awe of my peers, getting used to the snappy British customer service, marveling at how old everything is, and coming to terms with the fact that I'm (still) a student. I imagine it will set in eventually (probably after I start gathering books for my readings) but for now I'm still floating along with wide eyes and a cheerfully distant understanding of the work and adventure ahead of me.
My blogs always seem to start strong and then drop off completely about two months in, but Jourdan's hilarious and persistent stories from Germany are an inspiration. I'll do my best to keep track of funny, interesting, and important things that happen over the next two years. Happy reading!
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