Where are you Going-Dave Matthews

A slip of paper greeted me when I came home tonight. I have a parcel!!! You dont understand how exciting this makes me. Its from Gramma, Ash or Emma...Gramma's means rice cakes and Mac and Cheese, Ash and Emma's are mysteries but anything from them would make my day. Come onnnnnn eight o'clock!!

I've discovered the greatness that is the radio on iTunes. Theres a station out of Bowling Green Ohio that plays the songs we sing at church, ooooold school hymns and bluegrassy, puts me in the front pew pretty easy and bout made me cry when I found it. Only on Sunday mornings though, at noon it goes polka.

So all I ever want to listen to is American country, and I cant help but think of driving 52 up to Purdue in the summer. Put the windows and canvas back down and drive and its so hot and the sun is blinding bright and there are corn fields that shine. Gosh I want to be there so bad and I think that I have to get an internship this summer...anything that'd have me in a corn field all day...

Last night was Beatriz's 21 and all the Spaniards made lots of Spanish dishes and decorated the dining room with balloons and streamers and everyone was dressed up so chic and cute. Company was good, conversation was good, it was so fun. Everyone you talk to is so lovely, I cant help but feel like I have to spend the summer in their country. No matter what I'm doing, even if I'm an Au Pair or a farmhand making no money at all, I have to live the places they call home, just seeing them will not suffice. The Spanish girls are always singing and they're so fun and when I hear the French speak I vow to learn French because its just so lovely. With as many places as there are in the world I cant afford to see the same place twice. I've seen Indiana for the last 20 years, lets give Sounthern France a summer, Spain, Germany or Greeeeeeece.

Have you ever seen A Good Year with Russell Crowe? Thats what I want my summer to be...I think thats southern France, but really anywhere I've never been'd be pretty magical.

Could I forgive myself for missing all the weddings this summer? And ya know as much as I talk about wanting to be home, it has its magic too. And who knows where life is going, maybe I'm to live my whole life in Southern France and should spend as much time as I can in the place I currently call home.

Haha, I met a Bostonian boy in the kitchen last night, and I knew immediately he was Boston. One: He was attractive AND lacked the man scarf. Two: Backwards cap. Three: Timberlands. Kid could have been Marky Marks little brother. Tommy (also Boston) came in and when they left all the American girls talked about how much they missed such American boys...and I hate how true it is.

I have friends, I have hobbies and school keeps me busy but walking down the Green Mile that is my hallway I had to stop and pray this morning because...I dunno its the sunshine and cornfield factor, ya get these 5 minute spouts where you really wanna be home. Then you get to school and friends are such good crack (catch that slang!) you day dream through lecture about how much more school you'd have to do if you were to come back next year. I want to be here with them next year...but with ag. education courses it would definatly mean an extra year or a change of major...

My psychic says I'm not coming home(!). Meh, I'll be home soon enough I suppose, I cant afford this life much longer.

I get so jealous of Michael Purol studying in New Zealand, hes like climbing mountains and junk seeing these great things and now I'm determined to discover ths country. I went kayaking last weekend and the kids were just about te coolest people I've ever met but seriously, they were in the water and it was 30 degrees so no doubt they were a bit touched. I really had confidence in myself. I honest to goodness thought I could handle myself. I've grown up in a kayak, I thought it'd be cake. There was frost on the ground, a crack in my boat and I really did want to die haha and I about did, four times I went over and three times had to come outta the boat.

Do note: You can get Wheelers disease (?) if you dont use antibacterial after kayaking in Ireland because rats pee on the bank and then you get it on your hands and die. Probably.