Thursday, June 22, 2006

*sigh* Home Sweet Home!

20-Giugno-2006

My time at home in pictures with small, descriptive captions.. in case you were wondering...


The smell of long grass, wind, sand and not to mention, Casey's personal favorite, dead fish. I love sunsets on Lake Michigan...


Meegan at her finest :)


Casey was blinded by the amount of seagull poop on the pier, I offered him my shades...


Dinner at Big Al's with Tony, Mallery and Megan


Putt-putt in Benzonia with Megan and Kinsey (obviously) and Gordie, Mallery, John and Mary


Dick and Mom at the 10th Annual Kampvilla Pig Roast!


Kinsey showcasing the garbage after the Pig Roast!


Kinsey and I riding on the back of the golf cart.. with the rake...


John and Mary before we headed off to sink the ship.


This was taken after we had to swim back to shore because we almost sunk the pontoon boat.. no lie.. (Kinsey, Mallery and Mary)


The bear hiding out behind the chair.


I even made it out to Rookie's Graduation Party! Yay and congrats Rookie!!

Well, in addition to some hard work (haha)in the basement, that was my trip home in pictures! ta da!

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Since I've been Home!

20-Giugno-2006

I've been trying to write down the changes I've noticed since I've been home. For the most part I'm doing this because of the articles that I'l have to write, but there are some personal curiosities as well.. Here's my list so far:


  • Size of people.. is larger than I remember...
  • Carpet!! I can't believe how much carpet there is in this country..
  • Food.. sits differently in stomach.. smell the grease
  • People speak English! (Casey and I will now have to struggle through our Italian in order to talk about people while standing around them.
  • Free shuttles to airports and FREE WATER!!
  • Ball caps and beards.. people have them.. wow.
  • People have interesting stereotypes about Italians.. ie that they get drunk off of wine every night... not so, Italians do drink a lot of wine, but on VERY rare occasions did I ever see a drunk Italian
  • I can't have my own pizza anymore, it's considered rude...
  • shoot I knew I should have wrote more of these down...


Well, that's all my brain can come up with right now. more will come, I hope.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

flying home

07-Giugno-2006

Had our luck been better, we would be back in Houghton right now, but as it turns out, we are sitting in the Minneapolis-Saint Paul airport. Whoopty doo. To say the least, our flying hasn’t worked out quite as well as we had planned it.

We were concerned that it would be a close call in Paris since our flight out of Torino was delayed by 20 minutes, but we made it to the gate with a few minutes to stand in line and were ready for our on time departure. Unfortunately, Air France and the Charles De Gaulle airport do not believe in on time departures so after we boarded we sat on the plane for an hour and a half. What reason that we did this is still unbeknownst to us, but we think it had something to do with either a passenger getting off the plane or someone coming from another flight. Still not sure, that will be a mystery that will never be solved.

Thanks to Air France our 2.5-hour layover in Chicago went to about an hour, but if you throw in time to get our unchecked baggage, since this wasn’t a flight plan that we booked all the way through, and getting through customs, we were pretty much screwed from the start. Our luck could have changed if we hadn’t had to navigate a shuttle between terminals and an uncountable number of escalators with our gi-normous bags. We made it to check in 25 minutes before our plan was scheduled to leave and they had closed check in 5 minutes prior to our arrival. The woman behind the counter decides to make our trip even better and tell us just how it would be impossible to make anything work, we didn’t have a hotel voucher and we would probably need to pay to get our tickets re-booked. Finally, after a long-winded heated argument, she decided that we might by some sliver of a chance be able to catch our original flight out of Minneapolis to Hancock if we took a later flight out of Chicago to Minneapolis. Hanging on the hope that our flight to Hancock would be small that they would hold the plane and that they usually gain time when flying between the two cities, we were optimistic as we disembarked at 9:30pm and RAN to our terminal for the 9:40pm departure..

During our running we tried to make deals with higher powers for our successful departure, but no such powers granted us any wishes because the gate was completely empty when we arrived at 9:44pm. It was great. At this time we had been awake for about 23 hours. We pouted to the Northwest Airlines desk to see what we could do to reschedule and there met the nicest ladies we had the pleasure of dealing with thus far. They told us the AM flight was booked but the 2:55pm flight would work for us. Then we got a discounted hotel voucher and made our way to the pay phones to relay news back home.

Thus, we sat in our very nice hotel for the better part of the day and now we are killing two hours until we board. I am pretty disappointed with myself for deciding to book a flight to Houghton. Right now I don’t even have a house to live in, I know I have plenty of friends who are more than gracious to give me a couch, but it’s not like I’m going home. Home is still 9 hours away and thus unreachable by the time we get in tonight.

Hopefully we will have a safe journey, be able to find our baggage and maybe have somebody pick us up at the airport. Welcome back, I suppose.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

michael buble

"Home"

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
That this is not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

Almost Home....

04-Giugno-2006

Oh boy. Where does one even begin when the updates have faltered so. Well, this morning I bid Adam farewell and set him through airport security on his way back to Iron Mountain. I have what is left of today and the whole day tomorrow in Italy. On Tuesday morning our flight leaves at 10:25am and we will arrive in Houghton’s airport at 11:55pm. It’s a 9-hour trans-Atlantic flight back to the US and we get into Chicago. Hopefully customs won’t be too much for us to bear.

I am looking forward to a greeting from Mari and Adam… possibly Laura and then a wee bit of sleep between catch-up conversations and enjoying some good ole American something or another. Then on Wednesday I plan to take my time around Houghton and possibly head to Indian River to see my dad that night, or make a stop in on Thursday before I make it all the way back to Bear Lake. That is still far too long that I will have been in the country and not seen Casey!!

During the time since my last update, I’ve been gallivanting around Italy with my mom and Europe with Adam. My semi-last article for student abroad was about my Italian travels with my mom, link here. After the current student abroad finishes his short session in Germany, I will have the opportunity to reappear on the radar and talk about the homecoming.

The vacation that Adam and I took around Europe went off without too much trouble. I somehow managed to forget that sleeping might be necessary to withstand such crazy travelling, but we still did all right. Some of the highlights included checking into our hotel in London for four hours and shortly after being woken up by someone who had been given our room as well, renting an economy car and then getting upgraded to a beamer with onboard navigation, seeing the German countryside from the autobahn, spending the night in a different rental car in Dublin, Ireland, having to change hotels in Paris because the place we had reserved was probably a brothel in disguise, enjoying Las Ramblas in Barcelona and taking bike tours. I’ll try to expand on all of this in a little while, for now, I’m going to go do some more packing. :-)