My wicked world Head in the clouds, feet on the ground, mind on food and heart on the road!

It all started in 2003, when I was young and mostly free. Being in my 3rd year of university I thought the world was mine, and I was right. I came upon an ad, where they needed camp counselors in the US. After much debate with the parental unit, I thought why not go for it. February rolled by and I was on my way to a bigger city where the job interviews were being held, with american employers. I went with a friend of mine, and after listening to what those fine men and women presented us (job offers that is), we decided to give it a shot – namely, to become lifeguards in a waterpark.

I have to admit, at first I wanted to sell icecream, mostly because of financial reasons but am I ever glad i didn’t go with that. So, after a brief interview with our soon-to-be employer, we were accepted. The company in charge of such Work&Travel business took care of the visa and I was anxious to be on my merry way towards the Promised Land.

After all those grueling exams (medical school is nothing to mess around with, trust me), my dear parents drove me to the airport (some 220 miles). It was the fine morning of June 15th when I found myself in an airport for the first time. Saying good-bye was done in a flash (a bit of a shocker for me) because the lady guard told me passengers are ready to board my flight (heading to Amsterdam). So I hugged and kissed Mom and Dad and off I went. Reaching Amsterdam I was awed at how amazing and cool an airport can be, but then an alarm sounds in my brain “where is my luggage?”…so I go over to a nice lady at a desk and ask politely where I can find my luggage. She looks at my ticket and with a great smile she tells me that I will pick up the luggage in Chicago (my final destination – a movie which by the way I saw one month before flying – eeeek). So, having one less thing to worry about, I wandered on the “streets” of the airport, heading confidently to the terminal

At the designated time, the plane took off and I was getting closer to good old US of A by the minute. The food was…interesting, to say the least and the on-flight movies were ok too (Maid in Manhattan and some Colin Farrell movie). And after 9 hours of flight, we land in Chicago O’Hare International Airport…suddenly the phrase “the eagle has landed” came to mind.

More to come – the first american adventure…getting lost in Chicago, then heading towards Dairyland!