Good Morning Vietnam!

I woke up this morning a little groggy. 7 hours of sleep SHOULD be enough. It's bright sooo early here. We get picked up in about 15 minutes to be taken to the orientation day to learn all about changing diapers, lesson plans and bits about the language. It's pretty exciting. I can't wait for breakfast. I was suprised about how good the airplane food is, especially in comparison to the Air Canada slop we usually get. One thing that seems similar to our Canadian planes is lost luggage. You betcha, I arrived in DaNang with only 50% of my stuff. I have the big bag, filled with Canadian pins, Frst Aid Kit and one very large pair of blue board shorts. Thankfully I'm the type of person that packs 12 pairs of underwear in her carry on!
Looks like our transportation just got here, so I'm out!

Feeling a Little Zoolander

After 36 hours of travelling, we are almost there! I never really understood HOW LONG a 21 hour flight could be... but let me tell you, it's a long time. Stepping off the plane an hour ago, with a greasey face, travel belt permanently stuck to my body, and feet swollen up like the elephant man, I wasn't sure I would recover. But with a quick rinse off in the sink, some blood circulation, and an excellent brownie, we are back in action. We have another 6 hours here in the GORGEOUS airport in Singapore, (Malasia- good thing I'm not a male model eh? The proximity would be tempting) a 2 hour flight to Da Nang where we will be picked up by Viet (he is totally going to have our names on a sign like famous people). Till then, we are just wandering around our terminal, which is about a million bajillion times more interesting than the Ch'town one. There are orchids and plants, and huge fish all inside. Very pretty! Also, the temperature here is intense: 36 degrees at 7:00am (sorry jackie). I can only imagine what it will feel like at noon in Vietnam.
Hope everything is going well in Canada. hugs and kisses to everyone.
D

One More Day

Well, I am leaving the Island tomorrow at 11ish for my first leg of the trip. I think I should be more excited, but I am presently looking around the room at all of the stuff that I should be packing, and the pile is daunting. I went on a huge shopping extravaganza with Allison this afternoon and we found some good, appropriate clothing. I am really not ready for Milan, but I should be comfortable and not offend too many Vietnamese people with my scandalous summer wardrobe.
The traveling starts tomorrow, driving with the parents to St Andrews where I will nap, then drive to Portland and its only 36 hours of sitting on a plane till we are there! I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to everyone that I really wanted to, but like I told my grandparents, it's only two months and I'll be right back on the island. So GOODBYE PEI I'll see you soon!

To pack or not to pack? That is the question!

There has been a request for another post, who knew how interesting my life is, BEFORE I even leave for Vietnam? Well now the countdown really is on, as my life is sitting in little boxes in the U-Haul storage and I am sitting on my blow up air mattress with a suitcase in the corner of my room. I'm leaving tomorrow from Fredericton, driving home in my little Green Hornet with the infamous Alex Larsen snoring away in the passenger seat, his "Danielle-hating" sideburns glistening in all their glory. (They are grown to spite me because I do not appreciate they hairy messes that protrude from the side of his face).
It's weird thinking that in less than 5 days, I will be on a plane heading towards Vietnam. My placement spot is called Tam Ky, which was a surprise for all of us Renaissance College Students who assumed we were heading towards the capital, Da Nang. I don't know much about the place, (Wikipedia is equally un-knowledgeable) except the fact that we are no longer a stone's throw from the beach. On the bright side, there may be gecko's running around our hallways, and I may be able to catch one and ask it for some car insurance. Now that's something to look forward to.
So I'm packing, asking my sister too many questions about hair dye, makeup, and what simple color palate I should stick with so that I can have the maximum amount of outfits with the minimum items of clothings (I thought this was quite important but apparently "babe, it's vietnam. not milan," whatever that means). I'm off to finish packing alone, assuring myself that I can run up and down the stairs at least 3 times with my bags to guarantee that I am not over packing.