by Erin Elaine
I landed in Seattle about 12 hours ago, after a connection in Chicago. It’s the first time I’ve been in the US in almost a year, after living in Madrid. Here’s a peek into my inner monologue…
During my layover in Chicago…
I have to go up one floor. Okay, push the elevator button 2, not 1. Remember, 2, not 1.
This money looks weird. It all looks exactly the same! How am I supposed to tell it apart?
$4.36 for 16oz of what is basically juice? Sorry, Starbucks, no.
Okay, stop over-enunciating when you order your sandwich. Stoppit.
What’s the cheapest type of non-drip coffee I can get? $2.40 for an Americano, okay, that’s a bit more reasonable. Still pricier than a nice café con leche.
Wait, I have to count this money after he gives me change? I can’t just glance at it for a split second and know by the colors I have the right amount?
Woah, I just heard someone speaking Spanish. Ears on alert. I’m definitely learning the most useful foreign language.
On my flight to Seattle…
Four and a half hours of Shark Week??? I love America!!
Were the freeways always this ginormous?
Holy shit my bed is comfy. I feel like a princess. Also this is the first double bed I’ve slept in since I moved.
That’s all for now. I’m sure I’ll be posting more over the next 3 weeks.