Departure June 7:
So my parents kidnapped me after this week of debauchery and brought me to some small town in the middle of Maryland (actually, closer to New Jersey in order to have a short drive to Newark). They decided to drive me to Newark after my mom and I simultaneously freaked out when I impulsively bought the cheapest ticket I could find, one out of Newark. Oops. Thanks Mom and Dad! We managed to have very good food at a seafood spot and Mom and I went for a walk around the biggest water we could find. We forgot our cameras.
That may be a trend on this blog. Forgotten cameras.
Right now, I’m sitting at the Newark airport while airport personnel remind us over and over of our impending flight. “In 8 minutes we will begin boarding for Brussels…” Why 8 minutes? Did they forget to mention it at 10?
From Brussels on to Monrovia. And I am definitely not the only one flying from Brussels to Monrovia. An older lady with a walker befriended me instantly and I promised I would help her were she to need it. Doesn’t seem likely though since she’s traveling with a young man and another older lady (though more mobile) and is getting a lot of attention from the airport personnel. I’ve also seen a lot of Liberian passports…I think…I don’t really know what a Liberian passport looks like yet. I do know that there are many people speaking a fast rolling English that includes words unfamiliar to me. Liberian English may not be as simple as I hoped.
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