I love the last two days of school before a one-week vacation. So much energy and excitement. People finishing midterms. Running down Locust walk. Some dragging luggages for an early departure home. Sidewalks lined with students in track pants waiting for taxi's to pick them up. People loading up back of cars with things they want to bring home. Everywhere you go, you hear "Mum I'll be back at 9 tonight."" Dad could you come pick me up?" "Hey I need to get to the airport now, talk to you next week."
Everyone you meet, the conversation will always be, "what are you doing for spring break?" Going home. Going to Florida. Going to Jamaica. To Hawaii. To New York. To London. To Prague. Staying here. Finishing work. Visiting friends.
I have heard so much about spring break from the american exchange students living at IH and now that it's here, it seems altogether so sudden. I'll be heading down to Navajo Nation in Arizona this spring break.
In the desert. An eight hour drive on unpaved road from albuquerque. In a native american reserve. With the nearest grocery store to where we live a half hour trek away. With a complete group of strangers. No cellphone reception, computers, internet, cosmetics, shopping or nice clothes (we have to just bring one bag of old clothes because they will be getting them dirty) Seven days of youth empowerment programs and trail restoration for the Navajo people. This is by far the furthest I have been out of my comfort zone. Far away from the city life, technology and modern culture that I am so comfortable being around, I am excited to see how this city girl lasts in the desert. At least once she gets past the eight hour drive, of which she has bought every concievable travel sickness medication in the pharmacy for.
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