Where to start? I apologize for the lack of blogging.
I tried to blog
during my trip - failed and will never try again.
I tried to blog
right after my trip - failed.
I am determined to blog when i get all my photos onto my external - expect in the next month.
Fear not, however, as there are many other stories to tell!
I dreaded Hamilton - as in cried after I moved in because I had nothing to really do, and thought I'd die of boredom and loneliness. Who knew that within two days, I'd be extremely excited to live here because of my landlord!
Cherie (pronounced Sherry) is my extremely carefree, hilarious landlord who has done a fair bit of traveling, partying (still does), and looks a whole lot younger than 40 (which she turned just a couple days ago). Not only is this laid back woman one of the most hospitable people I've met (she'll bring random friends home to cook for them), she's also one of the most opinionated yet encouraging people I've met.
Yesterday, she brought home a guy friend who was planning on spending his birthday alone. Ribs fed my stomach that night while we got to talk to Graham about what he does, etc. He's a boatbuilder - he says he can make a simple boat in 8 hours - and does the odd carpentry job these days as his job. Although, people think he does everything since he's a boatbuilder to which he replied once, "How many roof tiles do you see on a boat? I don't do roofs."
Along with political perspectives on gambling and government sponsorship, the most comfortable sandals in the world, the best martinis, as well as where to find the most beautiful gay men in the world, we talked a
ton about his travels as well as Cherie's.
Oh. Em. Gee
How I would
love to travel as much as either of them. From Indonesia to Korea to Mongolia to Iraq to Kenya to South Africa to pretty much anywhere in Holland, the States, or South America, I felt so.... what's the opposite of cultured? I felt so naiive and ignorant of how big and diverse the world is. For hours I couldn't get enough of the stories!
He told us a story of how he had found a meadow in Scotland and thought he was thrown into a Lord of the Rings setting only to find that it was a buffalo mating field and was chased out of the field. He was stopped by Palestinians during the war with Israel because he had wanted to tell a group of kids who were following him and asking for money to f*** off. He thought to ask them what each of the two words meant but after asking if they knew what the first one meant, he was met with the answer, "Yea, he will!"
Even after retelling his stories I feel embarrassed. What does God think about traveling? Does He think it's something to do
after you establish your career and when you can afford it? Does He think that there are more important things that "experiencing" the world? Does He see it as a worldly desire?
After last night, I want to experience life so much more. I want to see the world a million times more. I'm not scared that I won't get into med school because there's so much more to life and it's not like right after undergrad, your future needs to be set in stone.
Am I thinking a little too liberally?
