I went today to apply for a passport. Apparently you need one to travel outside of the country. Serbia being outside of the country, I need a passport. It wasn't as difficult as I imagined. It was complicated, sure, but there was no large, angry nurse with a rubber glove, so I feel like it was reasonably stress-free.
So, in four to six weeks, I will receive a smallish blue book with my name and a horrible picture of myself allowing me to pass beyond the borders of this fine nation.
On June 30 of this year I will board an airplane here in Ft. Wayne, Indiana and travel to Chicago. I will then take another airplane to Frankfurt, Germany. From Frankfurt I will travel, again by airplane, to Belgrade, the capitol city of Serbia.
In Serbia I will participate, to the best of my ability, in an English camp for Serbian teens.
I speak no Serbian.
I had a Spanish teacher in high school who never spoke English in her classroom. No one ever saw her outside of her classroom. I have since formed a theory that she did not know how to speak English but no one ever found out because she was so small and mean and she talked super fast.
I'm thinking of adopting this same technique.
Gracias,
Matt Beers
i've been to the frankfort airport...i'd avoid the chinese food. why i ate chinese food in a german airport, i cannot remember.
ReplyDeletealso, you should ask to see jeremy's passport photo sometime. you'll feel much better about yours!