Today was the first day that anyone gave me any sort of information about what I’ll be doing, as my job, in about a week. We sat in sessions led by people from the local government of Madrid and students who had been in our shoes one year before. We listened to what the program was in theory and, behind closed doors, what it is in practice.
I was supposed to meet with my coordinator tonight, but unfortunately they had a previous engagement. Guess I’ll have to wait to find out when my first day is.
America, I visit your sporting goods stores for what I fear will be the last time in a good while. You dazzle me with your scuba divers. You enchant me with your stuffed bears. You seduce me to think that fishing is much more exciting than it is.
I will miss your ferris wheels, your Nascar simulators, and your bronze snowboarder in front, rising defiantly out of the summer cornfields.
But most of all, I will miss your robotic Abraham Lincoln.