Overkill of the Senses

Two hours rest. Wake up at 4 am Saturday. Dad loses keys. Thirty minute search. Leave for airport with spare set of keys. Arrive at airport. Hug. Kiss on cheek. I love you. Bye. Check-in. Security. Down the terminal. Chat with Adam. Adam leaves for Costa Rica. Board plane. Take off. Coke. No snack. Land. Ride the tram. Waste $13 on a horrible breakfast. Go to gate. Sleep. Board anther plane. Take off. Rest. Wake-up. Stewardess is being nasty to people. Coke. No snack. Find out Continental charges for snacks now. Assholes. Sudoku. Land. Wander around DC International. Look for flight on departure board. Not there. Ask a United employee. D3. Exchange money. Unsuccessful. C12. Exchange money. Success. Talk to dad. Found his keys. Talk to brother. Still alive. Subway. Twelve-inch on Italian Herb and Cheese with lettuce tomatoes, pickles, olives, mayonnaise, mustard, salt, pepper, oil and vinegar. Go to gate. Meet a girl from New Jersey. She is traveling for two weeks. Has friend in BA. Talk to Joshy. Chat with girl. Facebook. Talk to Will. Miss him already. Board. First class has beds, not chairs. Assholes. Take off. Movies are on a circuit. Not on demand. Assholes. Watch a Natalie Portman movie. Depressing. The baby dies. People don't get along. Drink. With snack. Thank God. Same movie. Dinner. Gag. Same movie. Eyes cannot stay open. Lady next to me finally turns off her light. Thank God. Rest. Awful. Completely uncomfortable. Butt hurts. Get up. Use the restroom as an excuse to move around. Stretch. Go back. Rest. Dreams. Breakfast. I will vomit if I eat anything. Orange Juice. Landing. Finally. Nine-thirty am Sunday. Ouch. Pay $140 American tourist fee. Assholes. Customs. Baggage claim. Mine is there. HALLELtUJAH! Thirty minute wait line for baggage search. Almost there. Next. VIP line skips me. Forty-five bags. Sent to next line. Bitch in front of me cannot put her bags on her cart in an orderly manner. Lets mine fall to the ground. "Perdon". Nada. "Perdon". Nada. "Perdon". Shove. Por minuto! Exchange of "I don't give a sh*t about you" stares. Get my luggage. Find correct taxi company. See my name. Praise God. Go around to the back. Man takes my bags and leads me to the car. Tries to get a tip. Pretend not to understand. He forgives me for not understanding. Drive. Drive. Drive. Watch map carefully in case my driver is a whack job. Arrive at destination. Buzz. Nada. Buzz. Nada. Buzz. "Emily." Nada. Nada. "Emily." Panic. Nada. Buzz. "EMILY." I hear. Look up. Sole. Chico at door. Lets me in. Helps with bags. Leaves. I don't know him. Still don't. Tercero piso actually means fourth floor in American understanding. No elevator. Carry two bags up four floors. One weighs 40 lb. The other 50 lb. Still haven't seen Sole. Get to third floor. There she is. In we go. Sweaty. Out of breath. Hug. Kiss. Embarrassing. I haven't showered in over a day. Tour. Tiny but cute. Private room. Extra roommate. YAY! Put up cloths. Sleep. Three hours. Meet extra roommate. Silvi. Wander the streets of BA. Supermercado. Jamon. Yougurt. Leche. Pan. Maynesa. Queso. Queso de crema. Cereal. Jugo de naranja. Huevos. Go back. Chiquito bursts out the bathroom. "Hola, me llamo Juan!" Hug. Kiss. Hermanito de Sole. Sandwich. Eat. Configure internet. Shower. Clean. No longer stinky. Eight o'clock. Can't got to bed til 9. Try. Does not happen. Crash. Ms. Schaeffer comments my facebook at 4 am. Still love her. Sleep. Twelve hours. Awake. Eight am. Breakfast. Dress. Brush teeth. Leave. Fifteen minutes late. Oops. Class starts in 15 minutes. I am a rock star. Alone. Talking to teacher. In walks an American. Try to talk. Uncomfortable. In walks a German. More uncomfortable. Keep talking. Frenchman. Inglaterra. No more talking. The class is complete. Fun. Relaxed. Chill. United Nations. You're from Alabama too? What part? Huntsville. OMG. Break. Class. Break. Class. Lunch. Pizza. Amazingness on a crust. Orientation. Forgot all my papers. I'm a dummy. Question. No. They do not throw away their tp in BA. Embarrassing question. I am not in Peru. Sign up for wine tasting lessons. Start tomorrow. Leave with Louise. Walk. Tower of Babel. Cool. Walk home. Realize I really screwed up my morning walk. I went 20 blocks out of the way. No wonder I was late. Estupida. Arrive. Walk up four fights. Hola, Juan. Hola, Sole. Relax. Chau, Juan. Hug. Kiss. Dinner. Cheese. Crackers. Sandwich. Gummy bears. Facebook Will. Chat with Brett. He'll be here June 8th. Tarea. Shower. Organize self for tomorrow. Remember VIPs. Very Important Papers. No response. Maybe tomorrow. Blog. Crash.