Monday, January 3, 2011


London, Heathrow

My layover is in Heathrow.  I kind of wish I was staying—but I’ll be back in a month.  I say it like its not that long but it really is.  I’ll be in Spain a month; its still crazy to think about! 

So for the next 2 hours, here I am, in the land of people who drive on the wrong side of the road, the wrong side of the car.  The place where everyone is way too polite, where they use “lifts” instead of “elevators,” and say “whilst” instead of “while.”   And plus, everyone has British accents, so even if they are being rude (which I cant imagine happening), it doesn’t matter, because how mean can you sound in a British accent?

I heard once that London had the most languages spoken within the city than other city, I don't know if its true, but as I sit here in the airport, I can definitely see that.  So far, I have heard Spanish, French, English, German, several different Indian languages, one that could be Dutch or something similar, plus others that I can’t identify.  I’ve been trying to determine what language the people behind me are using, but I have no idea; I could be a lot of things.  I wish I spoke 2 or 3 other languages, but I don't. I guess I’ll have to content myself with my school French, and my Costa Rican Spanish.  I’m not that great at either language, though I hope my Spanish will improve in Barcelona.  Barcelona’s supposed to be really great, and the woman whose flat I’ll be living in seems nice, so I guess I’m excited to go, but then again, I’m also pretty nervous!  My Spanish is pretty rusty, and wasn’t that great to begin with (an A in Span 105 only means so much—there’s a pretty big difference between the classroom and the actual world!)

Anyway.  Usually, I’m pretty good with adjusting almost immediately to new time zones and avoiding jet lag, but this time, I don't know.  I’ve only slept for 3 or so hours, and I doubt I’ll get much more.  And this 5-hour difference is killing me!  It refuse to act like it is 8 o’clock in the morning, because it freaking feels like the middle of the night.  Whatever. 

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