Sorry I haven't written in so long!
It's Saturday yet again, so I find myself in the office, getting on top of things before the guys come in. This weekend was lovely, a really good recharge.
We played games (if you were a garden gnome, what would your name be and what colour would your hat be?), chilled out and watched Twilight, again.
Yesterday everyone headed up to hike Tochal, the 'Roof of Tehran'. I stayed at home, because I had a different appointment. A meeting at the Australian Embassy!!
I headed up to the fanciest area of Tehran, mansions everywhere, to find the official Australian Residence. A portion of the expat community gathered to discuss what to do in the event of an earthquake (we are sitting on a fault line, and there was a quake in the south last week). But that took about 15 minutes - the other 2 hours were spent socialising, listening to folks with the same accent as you, talking about where they were from and what on earth they were doing here.
I hadn't spoken to any Aussies in 5 months, and I'd forgotten how much I missed them. I'd also forgotten how to network! I spend most of my days using pidgin- or moderated English, so I found myself a bit rusty speaking in a completely natural, polite way to people.
This week should be a busy one, we are about to come into the busiest period for my area of responsibility.
Lots of love xo
Friday, October 23, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Thursday was a good relaxing day. I tidied up in the morning, swapping emails with mum (hi mum!).
Then I dropped into the Faculty to pick up my salary (No kidding, I got two 1,000,000 Rial notes)
I jumped into a taxi (observation: they are so easy to use, really. I don't know why I was so frazzled before) to Enghelab Sq, on the advice that the place is full of bookshops. I wandered around for ages, questioning my eyesight, before I finally found them all, on the other side of the Square.
I wandered through, 10, 15, 20 shops? all of them full to the brim with books. Most storefronts were displaying how-to-speak-english resources, TEOFL prep packs etc. Dictionaries abounded. I was looking for something to help with my Farsi study, but to no avail. I finally picked up a Farsi-English dictionary, so now I can start to decode the children's book I'm reading...
I inherited 3 novels from my predecessor, and I've read them all twice. I was looking for some fresh material, but no matter how hard I looked, I could not find a single English novel anywhere. It's disorienting to notice that my usual love of bookstores was a little dimmed in this case.
Finally (finally!) I found an english language book, "Great Expectations" by Dickins. I've never really been inspired to read the classics, but I was desperate, so I grabbed it.
More wandering, I came to my favourite coffee place in the whole world (excepting Cibo Rundle St). Translated to "Civilisation Cafe" this place is the bomb. The walls are covered with images of various revolutions (the fall of the Berlin Wall and Tehran 1979 are notable). The vibe is chilled, sometimes there's live music, the hippy guys and gals hang out there, smoke haze wafts around, and the coffee is decent. It's the coolest little place, I could imagine finding it down a Melbournian alley.
I saw out the sunset there, and wandered home.
Last night was grand! Mojdeh gave me a call, so I headed up to Darband with her, Mohammad and some non AIESEC friends of theirs (gasp!). Smoking shisha, drinking coffee and eating cheesecake, followed by dinner in the park. It was just so chilled out, and it's so nice to meet new people. I practice my farsi, and they practice their english, good times. In two weekend's time, I'll be heading to Shomal (the North) for a chillout session with them all, I'm really looking forward to it.
Work is going well, it's challenging to focus on it with all the dorm/visa dramas that have been going on lately. But we're getting there.
A comparative analysis on Tehran and Australian traffic etiquette will follow soon, hopefully :P
Then I dropped into the Faculty to pick up my salary (No kidding, I got two 1,000,000 Rial notes)
I jumped into a taxi (observation: they are so easy to use, really. I don't know why I was so frazzled before) to Enghelab Sq, on the advice that the place is full of bookshops. I wandered around for ages, questioning my eyesight, before I finally found them all, on the other side of the Square.
I wandered through, 10, 15, 20 shops? all of them full to the brim with books. Most storefronts were displaying how-to-speak-english resources, TEOFL prep packs etc. Dictionaries abounded. I was looking for something to help with my Farsi study, but to no avail. I finally picked up a Farsi-English dictionary, so now I can start to decode the children's book I'm reading...
I inherited 3 novels from my predecessor, and I've read them all twice. I was looking for some fresh material, but no matter how hard I looked, I could not find a single English novel anywhere. It's disorienting to notice that my usual love of bookstores was a little dimmed in this case.
Finally (finally!) I found an english language book, "Great Expectations" by Dickins. I've never really been inspired to read the classics, but I was desperate, so I grabbed it.
More wandering, I came to my favourite coffee place in the whole world (excepting Cibo Rundle St). Translated to "Civilisation Cafe" this place is the bomb. The walls are covered with images of various revolutions (the fall of the Berlin Wall and Tehran 1979 are notable). The vibe is chilled, sometimes there's live music, the hippy guys and gals hang out there, smoke haze wafts around, and the coffee is decent. It's the coolest little place, I could imagine finding it down a Melbournian alley.
I saw out the sunset there, and wandered home.
Last night was grand! Mojdeh gave me a call, so I headed up to Darband with her, Mohammad and some non AIESEC friends of theirs (gasp!). Smoking shisha, drinking coffee and eating cheesecake, followed by dinner in the park. It was just so chilled out, and it's so nice to meet new people. I practice my farsi, and they practice their english, good times. In two weekend's time, I'll be heading to Shomal (the North) for a chillout session with them all, I'm really looking forward to it.
Work is going well, it's challenging to focus on it with all the dorm/visa dramas that have been going on lately. But we're getting there.
A comparative analysis on Tehran and Australian traffic etiquette will follow soon, hopefully :P
taxi fun
Quick story from today:
I had to go down to the Ministry of Alien Affairs again today for visa stuff. (woo).
I got myself down to the junction, and jumped into a taxi ("Tacht Tavos? Merci"). We were cruising along, and suddenly my favourite Iranian song, "Jigili" comes on. So I try to restrain myself from rocking out in the backseat, but it doesn't quite work.
The next track rolls on, "Pure Love", a neat little mix of english and persian lyrics, of which I can sing exactly half. (Guess which half). *continues rocking out as discreetly as possible*
We arrived at Tacht Tevos with no worries. Anyway, I think the driver thought it was a hoot, or he'd just won the lottery or something. Taxi drivers will sometimes refuse to take the payment, because it's polite. Then you have to politely insist they take it, and then they do. Well, this fellow was particularly insistent, "gharbel nadare" over and over. I looked at him, like "are you serious fella?" but he was. I got out, looked at him again, to be sure, but he just smiled and drove off.
I have no idea what that was, but I'm pretty sure it's not a common occurance here!
I had to go down to the Ministry of Alien Affairs again today for visa stuff. (woo).
I got myself down to the junction, and jumped into a taxi ("Tacht Tavos? Merci"). We were cruising along, and suddenly my favourite Iranian song, "Jigili" comes on. So I try to restrain myself from rocking out in the backseat, but it doesn't quite work.
The next track rolls on, "Pure Love", a neat little mix of english and persian lyrics, of which I can sing exactly half. (Guess which half). *continues rocking out as discreetly as possible*
We arrived at Tacht Tevos with no worries. Anyway, I think the driver thought it was a hoot, or he'd just won the lottery or something. Taxi drivers will sometimes refuse to take the payment, because it's polite. Then you have to politely insist they take it, and then they do. Well, this fellow was particularly insistent, "gharbel nadare" over and over. I looked at him, like "are you serious fella?" but he was. I got out, looked at him again, to be sure, but he just smiled and drove off.
I have no idea what that was, but I'm pretty sure it's not a common occurance here!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Family
Another week passed under the bridge.
This weekend was strange, but a lot of fun all the same. I spent Thursday morning trying (unsuccessfully) to get myself organised with work and washing. In the end, I threw it in, jumped into a taxi and headed to Sepehrs.
We ended up going to Halle (Auntie) Zhila's place for a girls night. Sepehr came too, he seems to have a free pass to these sorts of things. So of course I was surrounded by women, doing what women all over the world do best - talk.
All night long, gab gab gab, it was a lot of fun. I met more Aunties, Beji was there, cousins - it was all happening! I can follow the conversation sometimes, but for the most part it turns into white noise, so I sit staring at the telly or mindlessly eating the fruit :P
The cousins took me under their wing eventually, and with Sepehr's help, we ended up having a good old chinwag. We stayed the night there.
Next day we headed to Beji's for breakfast. We had that glorious tribute to Iranian cooking, Kalle Pache (boiled sheeps head). After my attempt at eating that in Shiraz, I baulked at doing it again. I was begged to 'just try' the intestine, but I decided not to! I even got a 'but you're an AIESECer, you should be open to new things' guilttrip, but I stood firm. The smell was soooo bad! I stuck to a more traditional breakkie of bread eggs cheese etc.
Another day spent doing not much. We chilled out for a while, smoking shisha in the backyard. Finaly heading home, we did officially not much until I grabbed a taxi back to Tehran this morning.
Now I'm home, even though it's 1.30pm, because the Faculty internet is being disagreeable, and most of my work needs email today.
I'm missing home a lot lately. I keep closing my eyes and wishing as hard as I can that when I open them, I'll be sitting at Cibo Rundle St with a Grande skinny Latte and Lauryn.
My adventure to Karaj on Sunday was quite eventful, by the way. Once I made it to Engelab Sq, I jumped on the rapid transport bus, then promptly missed my stop. It's so strange lining up at the women's gate to catch the bus, but it's nice to be seperated, as will become evident shortly.
I got to the metro station, found out my card had run out of charge, had a helpful old man assist me to recharge it, had a helpful young man direct me to the right platform, then jumped in the (optional) women's carriage to Sadigieh station.
Once I was there, I had to change to another train, which was fine. I jumped through the nearest doors at sat down. The man opposite me kept looking, looking, looking at me. Finally, he worked up the courage to talk to me. In very stilted english, he kept asking about where I come from, (it's easier to say Sydney in these cases), why was I going to Karaj, what did I do, do we use bicyles in Australia, do I like soccer etc etc. I think any sentence that he knew, he just threw it out there.
I answered in short sentences, careful not to make too much eye contact (if you do, it means, yes, I want you, you big hunk). The other guys in the carriage were rolling their eyes and feeling a bit sorry for me I think.
Finally I arrived at the station, and my new friend followed me. i got on the escalator, only to find his arm around my waist! I took a step up, but he followed. Another step up, but the arm didn't move! Finally I got up to the top and did the bolt. He followed me out to the carpark, where thankfully Sepehr was waiting for me! As soon as the guy saw Sepehr, he did the bolt himself!
Lesson: ride in the women's carriage!!
This weekend was strange, but a lot of fun all the same. I spent Thursday morning trying (unsuccessfully) to get myself organised with work and washing. In the end, I threw it in, jumped into a taxi and headed to Sepehrs.
We ended up going to Halle (Auntie) Zhila's place for a girls night. Sepehr came too, he seems to have a free pass to these sorts of things. So of course I was surrounded by women, doing what women all over the world do best - talk.
All night long, gab gab gab, it was a lot of fun. I met more Aunties, Beji was there, cousins - it was all happening! I can follow the conversation sometimes, but for the most part it turns into white noise, so I sit staring at the telly or mindlessly eating the fruit :P
The cousins took me under their wing eventually, and with Sepehr's help, we ended up having a good old chinwag. We stayed the night there.
Next day we headed to Beji's for breakfast. We had that glorious tribute to Iranian cooking, Kalle Pache (boiled sheeps head). After my attempt at eating that in Shiraz, I baulked at doing it again. I was begged to 'just try' the intestine, but I decided not to! I even got a 'but you're an AIESECer, you should be open to new things' guilttrip, but I stood firm. The smell was soooo bad! I stuck to a more traditional breakkie of bread eggs cheese etc.
Another day spent doing not much. We chilled out for a while, smoking shisha in the backyard. Finaly heading home, we did officially not much until I grabbed a taxi back to Tehran this morning.
Now I'm home, even though it's 1.30pm, because the Faculty internet is being disagreeable, and most of my work needs email today.
I'm missing home a lot lately. I keep closing my eyes and wishing as hard as I can that when I open them, I'll be sitting at Cibo Rundle St with a Grande skinny Latte and Lauryn.
My adventure to Karaj on Sunday was quite eventful, by the way. Once I made it to Engelab Sq, I jumped on the rapid transport bus, then promptly missed my stop. It's so strange lining up at the women's gate to catch the bus, but it's nice to be seperated, as will become evident shortly.
I got to the metro station, found out my card had run out of charge, had a helpful old man assist me to recharge it, had a helpful young man direct me to the right platform, then jumped in the (optional) women's carriage to Sadigieh station.
Once I was there, I had to change to another train, which was fine. I jumped through the nearest doors at sat down. The man opposite me kept looking, looking, looking at me. Finally, he worked up the courage to talk to me. In very stilted english, he kept asking about where I come from, (it's easier to say Sydney in these cases), why was I going to Karaj, what did I do, do we use bicyles in Australia, do I like soccer etc etc. I think any sentence that he knew, he just threw it out there.
I answered in short sentences, careful not to make too much eye contact (if you do, it means, yes, I want you, you big hunk). The other guys in the carriage were rolling their eyes and feeling a bit sorry for me I think.
Finally I arrived at the station, and my new friend followed me. i got on the escalator, only to find his arm around my waist! I took a step up, but he followed. Another step up, but the arm didn't move! Finally I got up to the top and did the bolt. He followed me out to the carpark, where thankfully Sepehr was waiting for me! As soon as the guy saw Sepehr, he did the bolt himself!
Lesson: ride in the women's carriage!!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Rad o Bargh
Thunder and lightening!
Autumn has arrived a week early. I wish you could be here with me right now - I've never heard thunder so loud in my life! It rattles windows and teeth, it makes you feel like you're 5 years old, making a 'nest' out of every doona and blanket from the linen cupboard.
My totally unscientific theory is that the sound echoes off the MASSIVE Alborz mountains, making it doubly loud, but I'm probably wrong.
Two weeks since my last post. I'd say life is going on as usual, but that's not quite right. I spent a great deal of time thinking about how my work is going, how I'm going here in Iran. After some harsh words to myself, I'm doubling my efforts in every area. Near enough isn't good enough here, no Sir.
So work is a lot more intense now, I'm spending a lot more time in the office, and I'm pleased to notice that my output has skyrocketed. Something about elbow grease...?
My personal life is still great fun. I'm (BOOM!!) (Oh gosh it's pouring now!!) I spent the weekend just gone with Maryam and Bahar on Wednesday night, and Mojdeh and Mohammad on Thursday night/Friday. I went to two different parties, chilled out, watched two awesome movies (Go rent 'Before Sunrise' then get 'Before Sunset' - amazing.) All too soon it's Saturday again and I'm back in the office. Tomorrow is Eid al-Fitr, the end of Ramadan. Well, actually today is the end of Ramadan, but you get what I mean. It's a public holiday, so I'm off to Sepehr's tonight. His whole family is getting together at Beji's place (Beji is the coolest, most young-at-heart grandma I know). So much Iranian food and fun to be had, I'm sure.
(hehe, I can hear all the Professor's kids downstairs screaming and laughing at all this noise).
My Farsi is coming along, it seems to go in fits and spurts. Some days I trip over how to say 'good thanks' when someone says 'Khoobi?' (Should I say 'khoobam' or 'chetori'?). Other days (and more now than ever) I can sit in someone's kitchen and almost follow the conversation, even if I can't contribute past 'bale' (yes) or 'kheili khoshmarzast' (it's delicious).
hmmm.
Well I just got off the phone to Sepehr-jan, and because it is far too dangerous to be driving in this weather, I am going on a public transport adventure after work. I have to drop in on a girl who lives in the dorm to help with some english stuff, then away I go.
Taxi to Engelab Sq, then BRT bus west toward Azadi. Then Metro to Sadigieh (?) until the last stop, where Sepehr will be there waiting.
(sorry for all the detail - that is mostly there for Bastian and David ;) )
Well, the day's got away from me now, it's 4pm. Just an hour of work left then high-ho Silver...Away!
Autumn has arrived a week early. I wish you could be here with me right now - I've never heard thunder so loud in my life! It rattles windows and teeth, it makes you feel like you're 5 years old, making a 'nest' out of every doona and blanket from the linen cupboard.
My totally unscientific theory is that the sound echoes off the MASSIVE Alborz mountains, making it doubly loud, but I'm probably wrong.
Two weeks since my last post. I'd say life is going on as usual, but that's not quite right. I spent a great deal of time thinking about how my work is going, how I'm going here in Iran. After some harsh words to myself, I'm doubling my efforts in every area. Near enough isn't good enough here, no Sir.
So work is a lot more intense now, I'm spending a lot more time in the office, and I'm pleased to notice that my output has skyrocketed. Something about elbow grease...?
My personal life is still great fun. I'm (BOOM!!) (Oh gosh it's pouring now!!) I spent the weekend just gone with Maryam and Bahar on Wednesday night, and Mojdeh and Mohammad on Thursday night/Friday. I went to two different parties, chilled out, watched two awesome movies (Go rent 'Before Sunrise' then get 'Before Sunset' - amazing.) All too soon it's Saturday again and I'm back in the office. Tomorrow is Eid al-Fitr, the end of Ramadan. Well, actually today is the end of Ramadan, but you get what I mean. It's a public holiday, so I'm off to Sepehr's tonight. His whole family is getting together at Beji's place (Beji is the coolest, most young-at-heart grandma I know). So much Iranian food and fun to be had, I'm sure.
(hehe, I can hear all the Professor's kids downstairs screaming and laughing at all this noise).
My Farsi is coming along, it seems to go in fits and spurts. Some days I trip over how to say 'good thanks' when someone says 'Khoobi?' (Should I say 'khoobam' or 'chetori'?). Other days (and more now than ever) I can sit in someone's kitchen and almost follow the conversation, even if I can't contribute past 'bale' (yes) or 'kheili khoshmarzast' (it's delicious).
hmmm.
Well I just got off the phone to Sepehr-jan, and because it is far too dangerous to be driving in this weather, I am going on a public transport adventure after work. I have to drop in on a girl who lives in the dorm to help with some english stuff, then away I go.
Taxi to Engelab Sq, then BRT bus west toward Azadi. Then Metro to Sadigieh (?) until the last stop, where Sepehr will be there waiting.
(sorry for all the detail - that is mostly there for Bastian and David ;) )
Well, the day's got away from me now, it's 4pm. Just an hour of work left then high-ho Silver...Away!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Well that's another weekend over. They seem to go so quickly!
It's 8.30am, I should start getting ready for work, but I'll get to that in a minute.
This last week has been quite uneventful. After Floor's departure, we settled into a new routine, where the awesome foursome spent the whole time looking around for the missing wheel.
Sadly, Renee goes home tomorrow, leaving the awesome threesome (yeah, it doesn't rhyme) to become the terrible two.
We spent the weekend at Sepehr's place again (I think this is well and truly my second home, and my second family). Our plan was to see the museums etc in Tehran before Renee left, but unfortunately she became quite ill, so we headed to Sepehr's instead.
We became couch potatoes - watching movies allllll day and doing nothing. Was good for the soul :) Iftar was the best thing about the whole day though - I hadn't eaten/had water in about 18 hours (I couldn't sleep the night before, so I had breakfast at 2.30am...don't ask).
I don't know what's going on, but my body-clock is definitely out of whack. We got into Tehran at about 8.30 yesterday morning, which was fine, but I was exhausted because I'd barely slept the night before. So I lie down for a 20 minute power nap before getting ready for work and guess what? I woke up at 1.30 this morning.
That's 17 hours of straight sleep. (And a missed day of work grrr). It was so stupid. So there I am, at 1.30am, wondering what the hell to do! I tried going back to sleep, but it didn't work, funnily enough. So I've been up since then, doing not much.
It's Renee's going away party tonight, so that should be good fun. Then HOPEFULLY I'll be able to get a decent night's sleep.
any tips for getting good sleep is well appreciated.
xoxo Khodafez
It's 8.30am, I should start getting ready for work, but I'll get to that in a minute.
This last week has been quite uneventful. After Floor's departure, we settled into a new routine, where the awesome foursome spent the whole time looking around for the missing wheel.
Sadly, Renee goes home tomorrow, leaving the awesome threesome (yeah, it doesn't rhyme) to become the terrible two.
We spent the weekend at Sepehr's place again (I think this is well and truly my second home, and my second family). Our plan was to see the museums etc in Tehran before Renee left, but unfortunately she became quite ill, so we headed to Sepehr's instead.
We became couch potatoes - watching movies allllll day and doing nothing. Was good for the soul :) Iftar was the best thing about the whole day though - I hadn't eaten/had water in about 18 hours (I couldn't sleep the night before, so I had breakfast at 2.30am...don't ask).
I don't know what's going on, but my body-clock is definitely out of whack. We got into Tehran at about 8.30 yesterday morning, which was fine, but I was exhausted because I'd barely slept the night before. So I lie down for a 20 minute power nap before getting ready for work and guess what? I woke up at 1.30 this morning.
That's 17 hours of straight sleep. (And a missed day of work grrr). It was so stupid. So there I am, at 1.30am, wondering what the hell to do! I tried going back to sleep, but it didn't work, funnily enough. So I've been up since then, doing not much.
It's Renee's going away party tonight, so that should be good fun. Then HOPEFULLY I'll be able to get a decent night's sleep.
any tips for getting good sleep is well appreciated.
xoxo Khodafez
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Ramadan and goodbye
Ramadan Mubarak!
It's the beginning of the lunar month of Ramadan, the month where Muslims around the world fast between dawn and dusk.
I'm doing it too :) It involves waking up at 4am to eat a good breakfast (called Suhoor), and finishing off a litre of water or so. If you like, you can go back to bed - the more industrial folks start their day from there.
Then it's no food, water, smokes, sex or anything else until after sunset. Then it's time for Iftar - the breaking of the fast. Traditionally begun with three dates and a glass of water, the practice has evolved into big family gatherings with crazy amounts of delicious food.
So what's my experience so far?
This is only the second day, but I'm enjoying it so far. There was a fair sense of community in the dorms yesterday morning, there were a lot of girls all up together cooking breakfasts. The day went well, I didn't do too much, so I didn't notice anything really different. As it got closer and closer to 8.30pm, when I knew I could break the fast, I got hungrier and hungrier!
I bought some dates from a street seller, in preparation. I was still out in the main street of Karaj looking at perfume (of all things, and not for me!) with Sepehr, Floor and Renee. Sepehr asked the fellow if the time was over, and he said it was. Then he called his friend over and asked him to get me some tea!
So I found myself standing in the street, being given tea, croissant, chocolate cream (yum!), bread and dates. It really was lovely, and very unexpected!
This morning's Suhoor was eaten in the car on the way to the airport. We had to drop Floor there so she could catch a 7am flight home to the Netherlands. Floor's an amazing girl, she really had an impact on all of us. Thankfully, she is returning to Iran in about 3 weeks, to continue working with AIESEC, mainly focusing on External Relations. With luck, I'll be sharing a dorm with her, and that will be perfect.
Dear Renee goes home next Monday also. This is the true peril of AIESEC - we send people all over the world in order for them to get to know each other, and then the internship ends and we send them home!! It's a heartbreaker every time, but knowing I'll see most of them again next year in Germany (woot) makes a massive difference.
Well, I'd better drag my thirsty butt back to work.
xoxo
It's the beginning of the lunar month of Ramadan, the month where Muslims around the world fast between dawn and dusk.
I'm doing it too :) It involves waking up at 4am to eat a good breakfast (called Suhoor), and finishing off a litre of water or so. If you like, you can go back to bed - the more industrial folks start their day from there.
Then it's no food, water, smokes, sex or anything else until after sunset. Then it's time for Iftar - the breaking of the fast. Traditionally begun with three dates and a glass of water, the practice has evolved into big family gatherings with crazy amounts of delicious food.
So what's my experience so far?
This is only the second day, but I'm enjoying it so far. There was a fair sense of community in the dorms yesterday morning, there were a lot of girls all up together cooking breakfasts. The day went well, I didn't do too much, so I didn't notice anything really different. As it got closer and closer to 8.30pm, when I knew I could break the fast, I got hungrier and hungrier!
I bought some dates from a street seller, in preparation. I was still out in the main street of Karaj looking at perfume (of all things, and not for me!) with Sepehr, Floor and Renee. Sepehr asked the fellow if the time was over, and he said it was. Then he called his friend over and asked him to get me some tea!
So I found myself standing in the street, being given tea, croissant, chocolate cream (yum!), bread and dates. It really was lovely, and very unexpected!
This morning's Suhoor was eaten in the car on the way to the airport. We had to drop Floor there so she could catch a 7am flight home to the Netherlands. Floor's an amazing girl, she really had an impact on all of us. Thankfully, she is returning to Iran in about 3 weeks, to continue working with AIESEC, mainly focusing on External Relations. With luck, I'll be sharing a dorm with her, and that will be perfect.
Dear Renee goes home next Monday also. This is the true peril of AIESEC - we send people all over the world in order for them to get to know each other, and then the internship ends and we send them home!! It's a heartbreaker every time, but knowing I'll see most of them again next year in Germany (woot) makes a massive difference.
Well, I'd better drag my thirsty butt back to work.
xoxo
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