I think this flight
attendant seriously needs to rethink his profession if he ever plans on
smiling, laughing or partaking in any other enjoyable activity again. The distain with which he throws the
packet of exactly 12.5 pretzels onto my tray makes me incredibly envious of the
passengers on the other side of the plane who are greeted by the gracious smile
of white-haired, somewhat plump Kathy-who loosely resembles my childhood friend’s
granny.
The fact that I actually
know Kathy’s ...
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After a while of traveling in foreign countries, you begin to realize that it's not just your luggage that can get lost. When you don't speak the language, you loose your ability to speak. If you can't decipher the written word, you loose your ability to read. And if you can't read the signs to know where you're going, you yourself can get lost. It can be a bit overwhelming, and at times humiliating, but I'm sure even Odysseus experienced frustration on his adventurous travels. This blog is my account of my travels. Hopefully, my blunders will assure others that they are not the only ones lost in translation.
