The first full day we had the day to spend in Disney.
You would have thought I was excited? I am sure I was. I mean I know I was. But, I don't remember much other than not being efficient with our time -- so we didn't get to see too much while we were there. What I do remember? The friends I made. The guy from Napoleonville, Louisiana. The girl from Long Island. Who was Jewish. The teacher who spoke English, French & German. My roommate who had traveled to Africa. I remember being excited that I knew someone who was Jewish. Everyone I knew was Catholic. There were definitely no Jewish people near me back home. Or at least I wasn't aware of any if there were any. I remember sitting up til midnight in the lobby of the hotel asking as many questions as I could about where they were from, what it was like-- what Jewish people believed in--- what it was like being trilingual--- and how did you learn those languages? What was Africa like? Was it safe? Did you see a lion? Giraffe? I remember walking down the street walking into our tourist trap shopping store I could find-- and being excited to find those cheesy t-shirts. I mean, I by this point in my life, the furthest I had been was to the Southwest Louisiana--- how cool was it to be a tourist in a big city? I am sure they thought I was weird--- but I didn't care. I chose the plane ticket and I was making the most of my time there. Up next: Sharing all the stories I came back with me about California and the conversation with my grandmother that set my love for the world on fire. Lovely traveler Brandi
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