Tickets!!
Soooo. Guess what I'm doing for the Holidays??? I'M GOING HOME!!!!!!!!
Anyway, the reason this just now hit me is because I just started looking at plane ticket prices, and I found one! I'll probably leave on December 16th and leave to come back here on January 6th. That's 19 days at home! 21 days of vacation! 2 1/2 in a plane or aeroport!!! ...Ya know, most people dread that. I'm usually one of them too, but I just keep thinking of what I'll eat. One delicious Air France meal with a window seat view of the Sahara below, accompanied by the free mini bottles of wine and chocolate! Upon arrival in Charles de Gaulle I'll probably eat a crepe with ham and cheese, only to be followed by a lovely delta meal (is it true they only do cold food anymore?), to be followed by a Cinnabon at the Houston airport, and hopefully a bagel and apples and grapes. Ohhh, my head swoons in the thoughts of such sinful luxuries!!! Now, the flight to Oklahoma City probably won't have food at all, but I know I can depend on one thing being there: 1 nice, cold, personal can of Dr. Pepper. Ahhhh, I can taste it now! And, last but definitely nowhere near least - and all of you people coming to the airport should take notes here - I would like 1 Arby's Marketfresh Corned Beef Reuben, WITH the curly fries... AND the apple turnover. NO! NO! CHERRY WILL NOT DO! APPLEEEEE!!! hehehe.
But no, no... I'm not that excited. I'm just plan-your-meals-5-months-in-advance excited, or you could say I'm just count-4-months-instead-of-5-and-a-half excited, or that I'm already-changing-francs-into-dollars excited. Obviously, I'm only a mild case here.
Well, to pass on through the excitement, I'll tell you about the rest of what's going on here. Actually, nothing is going on here. I'm currently stuck in Cotonou with a bad case of 'the runs'. I wish I could give 'the runs' a nickname... I just feel like we are such good friends that we should be on a first name basis. If only I knew the name of a famous runner. ....... Okay, after looking it up, it turns out that a guy named Michael Johnson could have "easily been considered the 'world's fastest man' at the hight of his career". Now, this name is terribly convenient for such a nickname, because 'johnson' happens to also invoke images of my body's type of running. So, I guess I should say I've got a case of 'the Johnsons', or that I'm visiting a lot with Mr. Johnson lately. Haha!! Mr. Johnson and I see so much of each other that some might call it destiny. Destiny seems to explain more than what the doctors can. So far my tests come up clean and the medicine isn't helping. It's not actually serious enough to be kept in the med unit as I have been, but, to top is all off, my platelet levels decided to jump off the charts this week, so between the two excuses to keep me here, all the excuses to leave become irrelevant. C'est la vie.
Well, that's really all that's new for me here. Since I'm stuck in the Med Unit with need of a toilet, I have had the opportunity to watch many crazy movies. In fact, I don't think I would recommend most of them. Usually it is me and one other girl who watch movies together, and we have an unspoken rule that we have to watch something neither of us have seen. The only problem with our rule is that, between the 2 of us, very few movies are left to watch. Actually, most of them shouldn't ever be watched. Well, it makes for a good bonding experience at least. We've had a pretty good time seeing how bad movies can really get. Oh, and if you get the opportunity, watch the music videos of Jan Terri on YouTube. Get Down Goblin is my personal favorite!
Although the med unit is nice in a lot of ways, I just really want to go home. I want to just be in Boukoumbe. It's like 'home' is finally Home for me there in Boukoumbe. I'm not discrediting Home #1 though, but's it's nice to have a place that finally feels like my own here, in Benin. Does that make sense?
So, I'm just waiting to be set free by the doctors here in Cotonou. It looks like I won't be able to leave until the 4th. Happy 4th of July everyone! Once I'm set free, I'm headed home as quickly as possible!
Okay, if I sit here any longer I'll end up rambling about nothing and nothingness, so I'm cutting myself off here. Good night everyone. I guess I'll see you at Christmas?!!!
Sarah
Anyway, the reason this just now hit me is because I just started looking at plane ticket prices, and I found one! I'll probably leave on December 16th and leave to come back here on January 6th. That's 19 days at home! 21 days of vacation! 2 1/2 in a plane or aeroport!!! ...Ya know, most people dread that. I'm usually one of them too, but I just keep thinking of what I'll eat. One delicious Air France meal with a window seat view of the Sahara below, accompanied by the free mini bottles of wine and chocolate! Upon arrival in Charles de Gaulle I'll probably eat a crepe with ham and cheese, only to be followed by a lovely delta meal (is it true they only do cold food anymore?), to be followed by a Cinnabon at the Houston airport, and hopefully a bagel and apples and grapes. Ohhh, my head swoons in the thoughts of such sinful luxuries!!! Now, the flight to Oklahoma City probably won't have food at all, but I know I can depend on one thing being there: 1 nice, cold, personal can of Dr. Pepper. Ahhhh, I can taste it now! And, last but definitely nowhere near least - and all of you people coming to the airport should take notes here - I would like 1 Arby's Marketfresh Corned Beef Reuben, WITH the curly fries... AND the apple turnover. NO! NO! CHERRY WILL NOT DO! APPLEEEEE!!! hehehe.
But no, no... I'm not that excited. I'm just plan-your-meals-5-months-in-advance excited, or you could say I'm just count-4-months-instead-of-5-and-a-half excited, or that I'm already-changing-francs-into-dollars excited. Obviously, I'm only a mild case here.
Well, to pass on through the excitement, I'll tell you about the rest of what's going on here. Actually, nothing is going on here. I'm currently stuck in Cotonou with a bad case of 'the runs'. I wish I could give 'the runs' a nickname... I just feel like we are such good friends that we should be on a first name basis. If only I knew the name of a famous runner. ....... Okay, after looking it up, it turns out that a guy named Michael Johnson could have "easily been considered the 'world's fastest man' at the hight of his career". Now, this name is terribly convenient for such a nickname, because 'johnson' happens to also invoke images of my body's type of running. So, I guess I should say I've got a case of 'the Johnsons', or that I'm visiting a lot with Mr. Johnson lately. Haha!! Mr. Johnson and I see so much of each other that some might call it destiny. Destiny seems to explain more than what the doctors can. So far my tests come up clean and the medicine isn't helping. It's not actually serious enough to be kept in the med unit as I have been, but, to top is all off, my platelet levels decided to jump off the charts this week, so between the two excuses to keep me here, all the excuses to leave become irrelevant. C'est la vie.
Well, that's really all that's new for me here. Since I'm stuck in the Med Unit with need of a toilet, I have had the opportunity to watch many crazy movies. In fact, I don't think I would recommend most of them. Usually it is me and one other girl who watch movies together, and we have an unspoken rule that we have to watch something neither of us have seen. The only problem with our rule is that, between the 2 of us, very few movies are left to watch. Actually, most of them shouldn't ever be watched. Well, it makes for a good bonding experience at least. We've had a pretty good time seeing how bad movies can really get. Oh, and if you get the opportunity, watch the music videos of Jan Terri on YouTube. Get Down Goblin is my personal favorite!
Although the med unit is nice in a lot of ways, I just really want to go home. I want to just be in Boukoumbe. It's like 'home' is finally Home for me there in Boukoumbe. I'm not discrediting Home #1 though, but's it's nice to have a place that finally feels like my own here, in Benin. Does that make sense?
So, I'm just waiting to be set free by the doctors here in Cotonou. It looks like I won't be able to leave until the 4th. Happy 4th of July everyone! Once I'm set free, I'm headed home as quickly as possible!
Okay, if I sit here any longer I'll end up rambling about nothing and nothingness, so I'm cutting myself off here. Good night everyone. I guess I'll see you at Christmas?!!!
Sarah
posted by sarah at 5:37 AM
1 Comments:
MMM...I smell a Quartz trip in your future :)
Vanessa
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