Oh Whoa! IT'S FRANKFURT!

Next day update: the internet cut out before I could post this, so here we go again:

I'm in Germany, I'm tired, but there is not way in hell I'm going to sleep until I get on the plane to Casablanca.  Call me crazy, but I have this crazy idea that not sleeping until tonight will help with the jetlag that should be hitting me soon.  So after many many hours of travel, I'm still up and moving around.  To be honest, it's the only reason I'm on the internet, well I also wanted to send a message or two to this pretty girl over in the Northwest, but that's another story altogether.  

Anyway, I don't have much time to post this since the internet is going to be expiring soon, so I'm going to be really brief.  

LIST TIME!

1) LONG FLIGHT with Lonesome Dove, Angry Birds, Two and a Half Men/30 Rock/Mad Men/Modern Family (compliments of the plane)

2) Arrival at the hotel

3) Dropped bag and went to smoke a cigarette and try and find people that looked familiar

4) Found people that looked familiar

5) Took a shower

6) Go Euros and went to explore via the train Frankfurt.  

7) Get coffee

8) INTERNET TIME

The food was great, and the city is awesome.  To be completely honest I had a smile plastered on my exahausted, zombie looking, dark bag consuming face the entire time we walked around the city.  It's just hard to believe I'm in Germany.  

Here is a picture I took while we were walking back to the train.  It's not the best, but I forgot my camera and had to use my phone.  Deal with it, k?

On the Road

Moroccan Travel Journal Post 1

ATexan in Morocco

So I just typed up three paragraphs worth of text only to somehow have it all be erased in a split second when I tried to post it.  How lame is that?  Anyway, here we go again:

So I'm awful at these things.  I've tried on several different occasions to keep a personal journal only to fail miserably within the first couple of weeks.  So this is a new attempt.  An attempt to document my adventures studying in Morocco for both myself and those in US that want to keep up with whatever the hell I happen to be doing at the moment.  

If you happen to have stumbled upon this blog by mistaken, let me apologize in advance, for I have no interest in proofreading any of my posts for spelling and grammar mistakes.  My goal, is simply to write furiously whenever I get the chance documenting anything I happen to have done, thought, or am planning to do.  This is not some change the world, wannabe, political analysis.  I have no interest in changing your political opinions and I have no interest in describing mine, and and even if I did, trying to do this through this blog would be no different than me handing out Pamphlets on Burnside in Portland.

Thus y'all have been warned, so here we go:

So I'm sitting at my gate at the Dallas airport waiting to board my flight to Frankfurt listening to some baby scream about something no one around her seems to understand, and I can't help but realize that I'm not nervous or excited.  In fact, except for a little annoyance with the kid and a craving for a cigarette I'm not really feeling too much.  It's weird, I mean, I've looked forward to studying abroad ever since I heard of its existence in High School, and now trip has finally come and I feel pretty numb towards it.  I'm sure it'll kick in at some point in time, but right now it's hard to realize that the plane I'm about to board isn't going to Portland.  Weird.

Anyway, thats it for now.  I typed way to much earlier only to have it be deleted, so I'm going to leave y'all with this first post with a promise for more information once I have some to report.

If I love you, know that I love you.  If I don't, I hope you enjoyed me wasting your time, you fuck. 

Things I'm listening to:

Drag the River - Closed

Jon Snodgrass & Frank Turner - Buddies

Kid Cudi - The Man on the Moon II: Legend of Mr. Rager

Reading: 

Lonesome Dove - Larry McMurtry

Up the Moroccan Punks.

(Yes there is a Moroccan punk/ska band I'll post a video once I know how)