Old Friends

So, Paris is awesome, and I’ve wanted to go there for quite some time, but the real carrot of the trip was friends. The first few days of my trip I spent my time with two amazing people who happen to be my housemates, another amazing person who goes to my university but with whom I haven’t spent enough time, and a former fellow UP student who I hadn’t seen in over a year. The first three I will obviously be seeing again in the fall, but Andrew actually lives in Germany now, so I probably won’t be seeing him for quite some time.

Then several days after my friends and I had to part ways, I saw someone even more exciting! (though perhaps I shouldn’t say that, he always did have a big head as it is, no need to make it even bigger). Any Glenwoodians reading this may remember a certain skinny dark-haired Finnish boy who graced our town with his presence between about August 2010 and June 2011. That’s right. Emil Bulut. I tracked that kid down. I think I’m actually the first Glenwoodian to see him in two years…. It was pretty freaking awesome!

It’s of course always interesting though…. people change in two years…. not always a lot, but enough. If he hadn’t have been looking for me as well, I may have passed over the tallish dark haired guy sitting outside…. But he was looking for me, and despite a change of hair and glasses, I quickly adjusted, and we were (more or less) back to old times.

Talking about two-year old gossip from a small town high school in Iowa while you’re in one of the biggest cities in Europe…. Well, that is one way to give yourself a massive head-trip.

Me with my old friend Emil and my new friend Juho

Me with my old friend Emil and his friend Juho

Good Thing I’m Not One of Those People…

You know. The people who sit around complaining “Yur in ‘Murica. Speak English” Because I’ve been in Catalunia, the Basque Country, and France without knowing the languages of said countries. I do make the effort whenever possible; at least in Catalunia and the Basque Country I can speak Castellano, but the world is a massive place full of so many languages that I do not speak. I feel as though my world would be so much smaller if I only associated with people who spoke English in countries where English is the primary language. Even if I were to include all the languages where Castellano is spoken, my world would be so much smaller.

Add to that the fact that it is stressful and scary to go somewhere where you don’t speak the language, and far from being angry at people who come to the USA without knowing so much as a word of English, I have developed a great respect for them.