I was coming home from my internship, and due to this evening's plans, I needed to get dinner to go. Lo and behold, I had something ready and lined up: Rickshaw Dumpling! I eagerly made my way across the streets, a clear destination guiding me from Grand Central Station across Lexington like a beacon of red-and-white striped goodness, the promise of dumplings sweet and heavy in the oppressively humid air.
I arrived, and to my delight, no one was in front of me, and there were five people ready to take my order. I am a fan and budding connoisseur of duck, so I ordered the duck dumplings and some spicy noodles on the side. Five minutes later, I was out the door again with my brown bag filled with my spoils, and another few minutes brought me to the apartment. A few more moments brought the dumplings to my mouth.
I stuffed the first dumpling into my mouth and munched away. Then kept on munching more slowly. The meat wasn't very tender, nor was it very flavorful. Everywhere I read about stars (like Ira Glass) saying how much they love New York's food and how they eat like kings; though I have paid a pretty penny, I was not eating like a king. Disappointed was I in my Rickshaw dumplings. Maybe I shouldn't have the ordered the duck but stuck with a solid classic like their pork. And their spicy noodles were a bit too spicy, but I shouldn't complain about that because I knew what I was getting into.
Despite this disappointment, I'll still go with my co-intern to find the Rickshaw Dumpling truck tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is National Iced Tea Day, and the Dumpling truck (if not all trucks and restaurants) is giving away free Snapple.
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Thursday, June 9, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
The Search for Rickshaw Dumplings and Yo Yo Ma
Oof, it has been a busy day.
My second day of work was very good, and I'm starting to get into the swing of things. If I haven't mentioned it before, I'm working with another intern, and we pal around a bit. We got lunch together yesterday and today; both days we have looked for the mysterious food truck, the Dumpling Rickshaw. It is a most elusive food truck, with supposedly magical properties in the taste of their dumplings. No luck yet.
The other big interesting thing was that New York's Summer Stage series kicked off this evening with a concert in the Park by Yo Yo Ma. This was something I had been looking forward to for several weeks, ever since finding out that I was going to be in New York City for the summer. The concert started ridiculously early (6:30 p.m.), which meant that, if I were to get out of work on time (which I have yet to do), that I had half an hour before the concert started. I am perpetually late, and I don't know my way around public transportation yet; it is a bad combination to have when time is of the essence. And when I'm pressed for time, I don't make necessary preparations, like finding out which subway stop I want. There will be a map around, right? Or some pamphlets I can take and peruse on my journey?
No. The station where I got on my train had neither map nor pamphlets; however, the next stop did, and I saw a guy standing in front of a nice map in a glass case in the middle of the platform. Oh, his bearings were being gotten, while my bearings were still all befuddled-like. I noticed this as the train pulled away from the stop.
I'll skip over the embarrassing details of getting on an express train and missing my stop, taking a local train back, and then mistakenly getting off one stop too early. I did, however, make a subway buddy who was also going to the concert, which is something one normally does not do, I feel.
Subway buddy and I had a brisk jaunt through Central Park, and when we got to the Summer Stage at about 7 p.m., the amphitheater was closed because they had reached capacity. We were turned away and stood behind the amphitheater, catching some of the sound waves.
What I heard painted pictures on the inside of my head. Mr. Ma was playing with the Silk Road Ensemble, and it was like being transported to the Yellow River, with the Chinese watercolor paintings at the beginning of Mulan in the background. I would wax more eloquent right now if I had the time and mental energy.
Overall, my experience of the concert was patchwork; I arrived late, could see nothing of the ensemble, wandered away from the concert and back again in fruitless attempts to get closer to the music, and ended up leaving a few minutes early. In contemplating my experience, I would not have it any other way. I got to hear it, at least, which is enough. The concert showcased a lot of children from various schools around the city, weaving narratives and songs together which were well-suited to an audience with children (though I could have done without the song to the tune of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star") - I probably would not have wanted to stay for the entire thing anyway. I could only catch some of it, but you could tell when Mr. Ma was playing - he made you sit up and listen to his music, compelled you to follow him as he took your consciousness through the notes and made musical connections appear in your very visual cortex.
By this time, subway buddy had a large incentive to see Mr. Ma in person, and so left me to try and finagle her way in. I was happy to sit outside the amphitheater, just listening. Sitting and listening was enough for me; it was like sitting outside heaven's door (yes, as described by the song by Lifehouse, may I live in eternal infamy) just to be in the presence of a master musician of a master instrument.
Again, all in all, another good day in New York City. Except this humidity might kill me.
My second day of work was very good, and I'm starting to get into the swing of things. If I haven't mentioned it before, I'm working with another intern, and we pal around a bit. We got lunch together yesterday and today; both days we have looked for the mysterious food truck, the Dumpling Rickshaw. It is a most elusive food truck, with supposedly magical properties in the taste of their dumplings. No luck yet.
The other big interesting thing was that New York's Summer Stage series kicked off this evening with a concert in the Park by Yo Yo Ma. This was something I had been looking forward to for several weeks, ever since finding out that I was going to be in New York City for the summer. The concert started ridiculously early (6:30 p.m.), which meant that, if I were to get out of work on time (which I have yet to do), that I had half an hour before the concert started. I am perpetually late, and I don't know my way around public transportation yet; it is a bad combination to have when time is of the essence. And when I'm pressed for time, I don't make necessary preparations, like finding out which subway stop I want. There will be a map around, right? Or some pamphlets I can take and peruse on my journey?
No. The station where I got on my train had neither map nor pamphlets; however, the next stop did, and I saw a guy standing in front of a nice map in a glass case in the middle of the platform. Oh, his bearings were being gotten, while my bearings were still all befuddled-like. I noticed this as the train pulled away from the stop.
I'll skip over the embarrassing details of getting on an express train and missing my stop, taking a local train back, and then mistakenly getting off one stop too early. I did, however, make a subway buddy who was also going to the concert, which is something one normally does not do, I feel.
Subway buddy and I had a brisk jaunt through Central Park, and when we got to the Summer Stage at about 7 p.m., the amphitheater was closed because they had reached capacity. We were turned away and stood behind the amphitheater, catching some of the sound waves.
What I heard painted pictures on the inside of my head. Mr. Ma was playing with the Silk Road Ensemble, and it was like being transported to the Yellow River, with the Chinese watercolor paintings at the beginning of Mulan in the background. I would wax more eloquent right now if I had the time and mental energy.
Overall, my experience of the concert was patchwork; I arrived late, could see nothing of the ensemble, wandered away from the concert and back again in fruitless attempts to get closer to the music, and ended up leaving a few minutes early. In contemplating my experience, I would not have it any other way. I got to hear it, at least, which is enough. The concert showcased a lot of children from various schools around the city, weaving narratives and songs together which were well-suited to an audience with children (though I could have done without the song to the tune of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star") - I probably would not have wanted to stay for the entire thing anyway. I could only catch some of it, but you could tell when Mr. Ma was playing - he made you sit up and listen to his music, compelled you to follow him as he took your consciousness through the notes and made musical connections appear in your very visual cortex.
By this time, subway buddy had a large incentive to see Mr. Ma in person, and so left me to try and finagle her way in. I was happy to sit outside the amphitheater, just listening. Sitting and listening was enough for me; it was like sitting outside heaven's door (yes, as described by the song by Lifehouse, may I live in eternal infamy) just to be in the presence of a master musician of a master instrument.
Again, all in all, another good day in New York City. Except this humidity might kill me.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
First Weekend in the Big Apple
I have arrived! And it's been quite the weekend so far, with a bit more yet to come. Right now I have a moment to myself in order to collect my thoughts and chronicle/share a few of them with all 24 (whoohoo, count 'em!) of you followers.
After an uneventful flight, I arrived at JFK International Airport Friday evening to start my big summer in the big city. I shuffled off, hit with a wave of humid air, feeling like this was my time and my city. I tried not to get too far ahead of myself, as I still had baggage to collect. I've been to New York before, and each time I've been in JFK, but it didn't feel familiar, and my stomach was still filled with butterflies as to what I was going to be doing this summer, where I was living, whom I would meet. I was at the tip of the iceberg of the unknown, and I was here, no turning back. I grabbed my bags, got a taxi, and told the driver the coordinates for where I'll be staying: Manhattan.
Driving onto the island, I couldn't help but thinking of Madrid. Touching down, I thought of my first few minutes in that fine Spanish city: how sparse and desert-like the surrounding area was (think the interior of California). I was struck by how all the buildings seemed to be of the same red-and-tan brick design. Indeed, I saw some apartment buildings which looked like those in Spain, but they were several among dozens and dozens of buildings. And of course, touching down, we flew over the bay and some beach and green trees. Nothing like Madrid whatsoever.
The traffic into the city reminded me a bit of Los Angeles, and a specific trip to L.A. I took with my volleyball team when I was 15 - a lot of slow traffic traveling beneath what I assumed to be an Air-link train. I was suddenly homesick for the familiarity of Los Angeles, and the tree-lined streets of my suburban College Town (really, the rest of L.A. isn't that great...), and the people and places I knew back there. As quickly as it had come, the homesickness settled down, to be replaced by excitement as I saw the buildings of Manhattan rising up.
I got to my living arrangements and was greeted by my wonderful sister (I'll be staying with her the rest of the summer) as I ungainfully tried to open the apartment door. I threw down my stuff, we made a lovely little dinner together and dined on her balcony, surrounded by several of her little shrubs. There is no better antidote to fear and trepidation than food and family, I thought as I nestled back into the patio chair I was sitting in. I had all the opportunities of the city open before my feet. Needless to say, I was suddenly very happy and all my cares were wiped away, safe and sound as I was with my sister.
After dinner and a little unpacking, we took a little walk around so I could get my bearings. Walking near the UN and into Grand Central Station were included! (Note: still have not gotten my bearings yet. Figured out that the bigger the numbers on your cross streets are, the more north and west you are. Mostly I walk around an area until I figure out which way I want to go - took a lot of time getting out of Grand Central today because I ended up on the opposite side of where I wanted to go. Still like mountains to tell me my cardinal directions.)
In the morning, I met my sister at the Lexington and 51st subway stop in order to meet up with some of her friends and take the tram over to see Roosevelt Island. If you've never heard of this island, do not worry: there is a reason you haven't. It's mostly residential, and (according to the people I was with) oddly suburban for Manhattan. There were plenty of parks where small children were playing a rousing game of baseball late on a Saturday morning, people gathering for picnics, and people gardening. Indeed, gardening. We stumbled upon the Octagon Garden of Roosevelt Island, and it was quite magical because it not only contained a Rose Garden, but members of the Garden Club tended their own plots. That took me by surprise in such an urban city like New York.
A little more walking took us to the lighthouse in memory of Vicki Holland (who apparently had polio, moved to Roosevelt Island, and helped make apartments more user-friendly to people who had disabilities due in particular to polio, according to this writeup). By this time, we reached the northern tip of the island, and so decided to head back, stopping for some ice cream on the way back.
I went back to the apartment and did some grocery shopping, took a nap, and made myself dinner before receiving a text from my sister to go see the new Woody Allen movie, Midnight in Paris. I met up with her and several of her friends, saw the movie, and at about 1 a.m. decided to go karaoke-ing with one of the friends who had seen the movie. Karaoke at 1 a.m.? Good choice, especially since it was a block and a half from the apartment.
In the morning, I baked a cake for a dinner party I was attending later that evening. I went to church, where again I met up with my sister, met more people, and in general had a nice, fulfilling time. We went to our dinner group, where I got to meet more people in-depth, have good food, and see a bit more of the city.
Sigh, now I'm going to go and see where my office is so that I don't freak out and miss it and be late tomorrow - eep. My status right now is nervous restlessness, and I am hopeful that being somewhat nervous and wishing to do well will lead to good results; but I've been trying not to think about it too much or too long, because then I will start freaking out, and freaking out is not conducive to producing good work. Wish me luck!
I'm looking forward to Monday and Tuesday, to say the least - aside from actually getting started in my internship, I'm planning on going to "A Taste of Times Square" (cheap food in the big tourist attraction!) and Yo-Yo Ma in Central Park (free world-class classical music? Yes, please!).
Seriously, I feel very blessed by the people and opportunities in my life right now :)
After an uneventful flight, I arrived at JFK International Airport Friday evening to start my big summer in the big city. I shuffled off, hit with a wave of humid air, feeling like this was my time and my city. I tried not to get too far ahead of myself, as I still had baggage to collect. I've been to New York before, and each time I've been in JFK, but it didn't feel familiar, and my stomach was still filled with butterflies as to what I was going to be doing this summer, where I was living, whom I would meet. I was at the tip of the iceberg of the unknown, and I was here, no turning back. I grabbed my bags, got a taxi, and told the driver the coordinates for where I'll be staying: Manhattan.
Driving onto the island, I couldn't help but thinking of Madrid. Touching down, I thought of my first few minutes in that fine Spanish city: how sparse and desert-like the surrounding area was (think the interior of California). I was struck by how all the buildings seemed to be of the same red-and-tan brick design. Indeed, I saw some apartment buildings which looked like those in Spain, but they were several among dozens and dozens of buildings. And of course, touching down, we flew over the bay and some beach and green trees. Nothing like Madrid whatsoever.
The traffic into the city reminded me a bit of Los Angeles, and a specific trip to L.A. I took with my volleyball team when I was 15 - a lot of slow traffic traveling beneath what I assumed to be an Air-link train. I was suddenly homesick for the familiarity of Los Angeles, and the tree-lined streets of my suburban College Town (really, the rest of L.A. isn't that great...), and the people and places I knew back there. As quickly as it had come, the homesickness settled down, to be replaced by excitement as I saw the buildings of Manhattan rising up.
I got to my living arrangements and was greeted by my wonderful sister (I'll be staying with her the rest of the summer) as I ungainfully tried to open the apartment door. I threw down my stuff, we made a lovely little dinner together and dined on her balcony, surrounded by several of her little shrubs. There is no better antidote to fear and trepidation than food and family, I thought as I nestled back into the patio chair I was sitting in. I had all the opportunities of the city open before my feet. Needless to say, I was suddenly very happy and all my cares were wiped away, safe and sound as I was with my sister.
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| Me in Grand Central Terminal! I feel like I'm part of a greater history of New York and America every time I go inside that hall. Which has only been once so far, but that will change. |
After dinner and a little unpacking, we took a little walk around so I could get my bearings. Walking near the UN and into Grand Central Station were included! (Note: still have not gotten my bearings yet. Figured out that the bigger the numbers on your cross streets are, the more north and west you are. Mostly I walk around an area until I figure out which way I want to go - took a lot of time getting out of Grand Central today because I ended up on the opposite side of where I wanted to go. Still like mountains to tell me my cardinal directions.)
In the morning, I met my sister at the Lexington and 51st subway stop in order to meet up with some of her friends and take the tram over to see Roosevelt Island. If you've never heard of this island, do not worry: there is a reason you haven't. It's mostly residential, and (according to the people I was with) oddly suburban for Manhattan. There were plenty of parks where small children were playing a rousing game of baseball late on a Saturday morning, people gathering for picnics, and people gardening. Indeed, gardening. We stumbled upon the Octagon Garden of Roosevelt Island, and it was quite magical because it not only contained a Rose Garden, but members of the Garden Club tended their own plots. That took me by surprise in such an urban city like New York.
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| Octagon's Rose Garden |
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| Lighthouse on Roosevelt Island |
I went back to the apartment and did some grocery shopping, took a nap, and made myself dinner before receiving a text from my sister to go see the new Woody Allen movie, Midnight in Paris. I met up with her and several of her friends, saw the movie, and at about 1 a.m. decided to go karaoke-ing with one of the friends who had seen the movie. Karaoke at 1 a.m.? Good choice, especially since it was a block and a half from the apartment.
In the morning, I baked a cake for a dinner party I was attending later that evening. I went to church, where again I met up with my sister, met more people, and in general had a nice, fulfilling time. We went to our dinner group, where I got to meet more people in-depth, have good food, and see a bit more of the city.
Sigh, now I'm going to go and see where my office is so that I don't freak out and miss it and be late tomorrow - eep. My status right now is nervous restlessness, and I am hopeful that being somewhat nervous and wishing to do well will lead to good results; but I've been trying not to think about it too much or too long, because then I will start freaking out, and freaking out is not conducive to producing good work. Wish me luck!
I'm looking forward to Monday and Tuesday, to say the least - aside from actually getting started in my internship, I'm planning on going to "A Taste of Times Square" (cheap food in the big tourist attraction!) and Yo-Yo Ma in Central Park (free world-class classical music? Yes, please!).
Seriously, I feel very blessed by the people and opportunities in my life right now :)
Monday, May 16, 2011
Wasn't That Fun? Let's Do It Again
The wheel of time has come full circle. It has been a year since I started my adventures in Spain then Scotland, and now, my adventures are starting up again! The "being stateside" prognostication for what would be happening to me in the vaguely looming future came true: this summer, adventures will be had in New York City. It's not being abroad, this is true, but it will still be a new experience, and one I'm very much looking forward to having in the comfort of my own country this time.
This summer is going to be a fantastic one for multiple reasons. Let me enumerate them below with a lovely list of bullet points.
- I'm going to be staying with my sister!!! It will be the first time in a good ten years since we lived together. I've grown up in that time, so this will be an opportunity for us really to get to know each other as adults.
- I have a really phenomenal internship opportunity, doing interesting work with interesting people. Because this is meant to be a personal blog, I will refer to the company only occasionally and as "Company X." But take my word for it, this is pretty amazing. I might revise the statement I just made and drop as many annoying hints as I can to what it is without actually revealing what I'm doing.
- I'm looking forward to the contacts and community which I will make in the City. One of the things I have loved about being LDS (I'm LDS, also known as Mormon, by the way) is the instant community which is available no matter where I go. It has been incredibly important to me over the past year because my life has been a picture of change. Three new cities and two familiar ones in fifteen months means I have practically been a nomad. And in every new geographical place, I've found a social place at Church. Apart from Mormons, I'll have a community of people from my high school and College there, so lots will keep me occupied.
- And lastly, and the majority of what I'll be writing about, is the activities I'll do while living in the City! From watching Shakespeare in the Park to going to the Lincoln Center for Shakespeare, seeing the odd Broadway Play (read: "Book of Mormon Musical"), going to Restaurant week, going to the Botanical Gardens, Coney Island, concerts in Central Park, the Metropolitan, cannellonis (yes, it should count under "food" and/or "restaurant week," but they're so good they deserve their own category. May be expanded to include "Italian food" because I want to make my second home in Little Italy), to perhaps a Mets game and even some Scottish dancing.
Now, I'm still at home in a transitional, incubatory state, prepping for my time in the City, avoiding prepping for next year and thesis, and recuperating from saying my goodbyes to College people.
If you've just joined 'les aventures' here at spoony driftwood, welcome aboard! To all those who are returning, glad to have you back and also glad to know that I didn't scare you away with poor writing or random thoughts. Thanks for reading! If anyone has any suggestions for things to do in New York, don't hesitate to tell me, or tell me what to check out in the city so I may be your proxy.
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Friday, April 16, 2010
The Spanish Expedition: Beginnings
In other news, I have heard back about one of my internships! To make a long story short, I got it! Over Spring Break, I freaked out and searched for internship opportunities. It was 11 pm on Wednesday night of Break, and I was tired because I had been searching for a few hours. I was sitting at the end of my kitchen table, and my Mom sat at the other end. I told her that I was going to apply to this internship in on a whim. My mother encouraged me to do it. “It can’t hurt to apply,” she said.
With that much foreshadowing, I sent in my cover letter and resume about a week later, on a Tuesday, and then by Thursday days, I had received an e-mail. They wanted to interview me! I had no idea what I was doing, so I scheduled the interview for the following day, Friday. In trying to stay on top of my schedule and all the other things I had going on at that time, I barely had enough time to ask my college’s Career Planning and Resources office how to respond. They gave me a few quick pointers, made sure that I had questions to ask the interviewer, too, and then sent me on my merry way.
Friday morning, I set up camp in my dorm’s study room, monopolizing the entire space. I nervously shuffled the index cards I had prepared and skimmed the previous night’s Facebook posts, waiting to receive the call. At 9:10 am my phone buzzed, and the conversation started. My legs were shaking too badly for me to stand, as I had been instructed, and I forget to smile over the phone so that my interviewer could know how enthused I was about the prospective opportunity to work with their company. Apparently I didn’t bungle the interview too badly, because at the end of the interview they offered me the job! I was reeling. My breath had been knocked from my chest: they wanted me. This internship is in Madrid, Spain.
It should be noted that I cannot speak Spanish. However, the company I will be working for is a small startup with international employees. They run a website that is basically a how-to guide to living in a given country; instead of a travel-guide to countries, I’ll be writing and editing living-guides to various countries.
I asked for a week to decide on the internship, and after talking with numerous family and friends, notably MomAndDad and Aunt E, I felt that accepting the internship would be the correct decision to make. I had my parents’ support in this endeavor, as well as my aunt’s advice to rely on. It is incredible how support can change someone’s attitude. I was not sure about going at first because Spain is far away, I don’t speak the language, I don’t know how to get around. But as Cousin Kimber said on Facebook, “This is the time in your life to do it. Even if it is horrible it will be an amazing experience you will remember for the rest of your life with increasing fondness.” I don’t quite know what I’m getting into living abroad, but the parameters of the internship align with the skills I would like to develop. I want to push myself and live in a foreign country, as well, and grow personally. Whatever fears I have about going abroad are nothing in comparison with the experiences I will have there. I almost let my fear get the better of me by entertaining the idea of refusing the offer, but even in accepting the internship I grew. I’m growing. It was wonderful.
Since then, I've figured out my visa situation and gone to the FLRC (Foreign Language Resource Center, pronounced "flurck") with Morwen to learn Spanish with their Rosetta Stone software. I can say, "Ella tiene una manzana roja," "Que' esta' haciendo ella?" and "Ella esta' comiendo una manzana." As you can see, I like apples.
I’m working on housing in Madrid now – I hope to be with either an LDS family or share an apartment with LDS roommates. It would be neat to have that experience; I did not want my entire undergraduate experience to be one at BYU where undoubtedly my roommates would have all been LDS. It would be nice to live for a summer with people who share my values, people with whom I don’t have to explain what I believe or what I do. They already know, they understand, and they do the same things I do.
Also, to all the companies that did not accept me as an intern, I must say that you’re losing a special intern. Especially you, McSweeney’s Internet Tendency.
With that much foreshadowing, I sent in my cover letter and resume about a week later, on a Tuesday, and then by Thursday days, I had received an e-mail. They wanted to interview me! I had no idea what I was doing, so I scheduled the interview for the following day, Friday. In trying to stay on top of my schedule and all the other things I had going on at that time, I barely had enough time to ask my college’s Career Planning and Resources office how to respond. They gave me a few quick pointers, made sure that I had questions to ask the interviewer, too, and then sent me on my merry way.
Friday morning, I set up camp in my dorm’s study room, monopolizing the entire space. I nervously shuffled the index cards I had prepared and skimmed the previous night’s Facebook posts, waiting to receive the call. At 9:10 am my phone buzzed, and the conversation started. My legs were shaking too badly for me to stand, as I had been instructed, and I forget to smile over the phone so that my interviewer could know how enthused I was about the prospective opportunity to work with their company. Apparently I didn’t bungle the interview too badly, because at the end of the interview they offered me the job! I was reeling. My breath had been knocked from my chest: they wanted me. This internship is in Madrid, Spain.
It should be noted that I cannot speak Spanish. However, the company I will be working for is a small startup with international employees. They run a website that is basically a how-to guide to living in a given country; instead of a travel-guide to countries, I’ll be writing and editing living-guides to various countries.
I asked for a week to decide on the internship, and after talking with numerous family and friends, notably MomAndDad and Aunt E, I felt that accepting the internship would be the correct decision to make. I had my parents’ support in this endeavor, as well as my aunt’s advice to rely on. It is incredible how support can change someone’s attitude. I was not sure about going at first because Spain is far away, I don’t speak the language, I don’t know how to get around. But as Cousin Kimber said on Facebook, “This is the time in your life to do it. Even if it is horrible it will be an amazing experience you will remember for the rest of your life with increasing fondness.” I don’t quite know what I’m getting into living abroad, but the parameters of the internship align with the skills I would like to develop. I want to push myself and live in a foreign country, as well, and grow personally. Whatever fears I have about going abroad are nothing in comparison with the experiences I will have there. I almost let my fear get the better of me by entertaining the idea of refusing the offer, but even in accepting the internship I grew. I’m growing. It was wonderful.
Since then, I've figured out my visa situation and gone to the FLRC (Foreign Language Resource Center, pronounced "flurck") with Morwen to learn Spanish with their Rosetta Stone software. I can say, "Ella tiene una manzana roja," "Que' esta' haciendo ella?" and "Ella esta' comiendo una manzana." As you can see, I like apples.
I’m working on housing in Madrid now – I hope to be with either an LDS family or share an apartment with LDS roommates. It would be neat to have that experience; I did not want my entire undergraduate experience to be one at BYU where undoubtedly my roommates would have all been LDS. It would be nice to live for a summer with people who share my values, people with whom I don’t have to explain what I believe or what I do. They already know, they understand, and they do the same things I do.
Also, to all the companies that did not accept me as an intern, I must say that you’re losing a special intern. Especially you, McSweeney’s Internet Tendency.
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